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I lay here waiting, thinking
Thoughts without purity; I can see your eyes, I can smell your scent, I can hear your breath And taste your flesh... If my sins were yours, we would both lay In this Hell together; But it could've been better, If i gave you my mind I would've talked to you, If i gave you my body I would've given you my respect, If i gave you my heart I would've given you my devotion, If i gave you my soul I would've given you my trust; I open my eyes wondering: Would you do anything? Would i do everything? What's left of me drips Inside of you. You sleep, i dream... You hurt, i bleed... You cry, i die...
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