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one desperate morning in a desperate week
you stand before me can�you see I'm in need
words are so crazy and I want to wash
away the pain from my insistence
see , you could never lie
what are you gonna try ?
see , you could never run
love - things, they have to come
what is this life for, I just want to seek
for something special I refuse to speak (about)
loaded up rifle in my hands might break
that kind of love and maybe me
after all you said to me - I hope I am released
care for your agony and go to make your aims be real,
but the one I tried to keep has gone away
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