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the grateful death

touch me, like razor slice into skin
where bleeding so gorgeous
no escape, no believe
poison me totally, so sweet dying for that
to feell unbelievable things before own death

when time has gone in wasteful things
where nobody have no deal to me
i get passing, sweetest crash
the grateful death, (Queen of the fate)

feed me up with a bullets
where cracks get more than free
no answers, no questions, nobody's need
rape me down on the knees, turn my neck, wrest the veins
to feel unbelievable thingsl until own end to live

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