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Slowly, slowly, slowly

I speak, speak, speak
You never did listen
Make me feel weak
So next to me, you glisten

I dread, dread, dread
What next will you do?
Messing with my head
I stick to you like glue

Slowly dying, dying, dying
Inside my own mind
You never hear me crying
You see but you are blind


I play pretend we’re like we used to be

As you slowly suck the life out of me



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