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as the stops near my disengagement, only creator him self could make that arrangement.
faint is my recollection of being carried through the damage, and even if there was a cure I know the heals a small bandage..
if only I would of listened to my sharp shivers, or if I would of made the right decisions when the time delivers..
GOD guide me through the arrows aimed at my chest, I did plenty of wrong you know so why should I confess..
I know now please loosen the grip from my throat, as I can recall you and I were both on the same boat..
in cold there was a coat covering my frost bite, I see it now never again will I have lost sight...
faint is my recollection of being carried through the damage, and even if there was a cure I know the heals a small bandage..
if only I would of listened to my sharp shivers, or if I would of made the right decisions when the time delivers..
GOD guide me through the arrows aimed at my chest, I did plenty of wrong you know so why should I confess..
I know now please loosen the grip from my throat, as I can recall you and I were both on the same boat..
in cold there was a coat covering my frost bite, I see it now never again will I have lost sight...
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