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Forced by the pressure,
The territories marked,
No longer the pleasure,
Oh, I’ve since lost the heart.

Corrupted from memory,
No longer the power,
It’s creeping up slowly,
The last fatal hour.

Please keep your distance,
The trail leads to here,

There’s blood on your fingers,
Brought on by fear.

I campaigned for nothing,
I worked hard for this,
I tried to get to you,
You treat me like this.

I tried to get to you,
I tried to get to you,
I tried to get to you.
I tried to get to you.

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