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Wrapped Up in Cords

wrapped up in cords left by the melody lords, save me your ridiculous words let me fly with the birds, you got the worst of the cursed tryin to make my heart burst just to quench your bloody thirst but you aint the first to try and make my heart fade with gashes turnin to ashes fillin up them caskets. this isnt the game you wanna tryin tame as if it were a simple little flame, were not the same so there aint no one to blame about yourself goin insane, its just us, going off in our membrains.





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