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Primal, evil what am i
Tongue-tied til the day I die
Theres no love made mermaids
Its just distraction or so they
And Im too tired to care about it
Cant you see this in my face, my face
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
Its a sorry state youre getting in
The same excuse is wearing thin
Theres no self control left in me
What was not will never will be