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Love Sick (In Need of Duct Tape)
I'm so tired of it all
Teetering on the precipice
On the edge
About to fall
I've grown sick of time
The days pass by with no change
Scared to fall
Afraid to climb
I've got a terrible disease
This leperous heart is breaking
Part by part
Piece by piece
I scorn this infection
This curse we welcome, name "love"
Done with escape
Left protection
I'm worn to the bone
And you have not a clue
All alone


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