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There Must Be Something I Can Say And Not Fail To Keep Composure. Whatever Love This Any Contained Has Decayed From The Exposure. We Were The Last Of A Dying Breed, Dislocated From Dilusion. Our Hearts Transformed From Love To Greed, Must Be An Effect Of Evolution. Looking Deep Into Your Heart Trying To Find A Flame To Start; Falling Faster. Not Because I Love You Dear, But Because The Truth I Fear Is Quite Plainly, Nothing's Sacred.

There Must Be Something I Can Say And Not Fail To Keep Composure. Whatever Love This Any Contained Has Decayed From The Exposure. We Were The Last Of A Dying Breed, Dislocated From Dilusion. Our Hearts Transformed From Love To Greed, Must Be An Effect Of Evolution. Looking Deep Into Your Heart Trying To Find A Flame To Start; Falling Faster. Not Because I Love You Dear, But Because The Truth I Fear Is Quite Plainly, Nothing's Sacred.

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