A Certain Ratio - Do The Du | Текст песни

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My heart was just an open sore which you picked at 'til it was raw.
It bled away my existance, shriveled under your consistance.
you forced me to my deadly fate, turned me into a thing of hate.
I plague your flesh with my thoughts.
You Plague my flesh with your thoughs

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