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white rooms turn dark when you're around
feels as you've dug me a hole in the ground my days are full and warm but when you're near i can't help feel cold i've never felt more sick than when you were around i wish i could turn from you and never look back but for now all i can do is suffer sick, and feed you the shit that you sling it's an endless ring i've never felt more sick than when you were around i can only suffer sick you only make what's right into something hard and wrong this has gone far too long i've never felt more sick than when you were around i'd bury you in the whole you've dug for me but if i touched you with dirt, i'd be worth less than what you are so now i just suffer sick
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