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Accepted Murder

Your knife, my back and I fall to the ground without a sound
It feels like a burden came off my chest, You've done what I was too weak for
I lay here in my blood feeling and bleeding my thoughts, trying to tell you my last wish
Nothing comes from my mouth but empty words
You've done what I couldn't do, what I needed..




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Publicerad 2011-02-20 23:24



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