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Another Victim Of My Demise

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Over the tracks, the wheels burning past their point of strain.
Some of the riders cry out, they realize they’re going to feel pain.
They can’t jump off, they’re buckled in.
They are on the roller coaster of my sin.
The tracks have ended, they’re in the air.
They all know this isn’t fair.
The girl screams, there are tears in her eyes.
She’s just another victim of my demise.



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