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See to live is to suffer
But to survive then there's more meaning What will it take To realize that your heart's bleeding Under the surface You feel you past creepin So you try to push it back down Terrified of your past secrets Stuck in the dark The GRIM REAPER callin I might answer the phone Because I'm tired of fallin Now I'm slippin Now I'm back where I started Nothin but broken dreams,17 and I'm cold hearted
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