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Unfortunate Lack of Events

Drifting through life 
In a empty husk of a body
The soul was made from religion
Don't let them know that I need 
Her like a body need water

Smile I'm leaking out love
If I'm not good enough for you
Then I'll cut my body from oxygen
Please stop torturing me 
Your my symphony I've been work on for years 

I wouldn't bother you if my love was a lie
Don't take cloudy moons over clear voyage
Medicate your mind son you're coming out all wrong
I could have had a life in England but I give it up her
Now I'm just a mechanical robot in the sun
Hoping that you look at me but I know you'll go blind

◄ Death

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