coping

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Primal, evil what am i ?
Tongue-tied unti the day i die
There's no love made with mermaids
It's just distraction or so they say

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But i'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see it in my face, my face
When i feel this strange can i go through this again

It's a sorry state you're gettting in
The same excuse is wearing thin
There's no self control left in me
What was not will never be

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