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The Trap

You think you got me, caught in your trap, I guess I'm flying, away. I'm looking at you, with sunken eyes, and a broken heart, bleeding, The way I'm feeling, beaten and broken, With angel eyes that, plead,
And beg you for love, needed so much, that will never come, ever.



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