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If you could have only played me music

On the instrument of your choice

Whatever you would have been able to just live

Earth would have held your voice


Now sadly I must continue myself

I once said all you would have to do

God's grace must forever care for yourself

Help yourself before you can help anyone else Yo

These last words I'll keep from you


Don't want another though

Ah can't ever get over the fact of how I will always love

You like I'll never love anyone else


There is no hope of my Heart changing

Even if it takes to chemical brain rearrangement

This vow I made on that last day will be the same thing

Hate the lovers for hating self endangerment

Even though it's this engagement that kept them safe to sin again

Really won't you keep it in can't you just keep it in


My angel was given back her wings

I only hope she uses them to fly to me

Aww I need sort our things

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