Blur Coping
PRIMAL, EVIL WHAT AM I ?
TONGUE-TIED UNTI THE DAY I DIE
THERE'S NO LOVE MADE WITH MERMAIDS
IT'S JUST DISTRACTION OR SO THEY SAY
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BUT I'M TOO TIRED TO CARE ABOUT IT
CAN'T YOU SEE IT IN MY FACE, MY FACE
WHEN I FEEL THIS STRANGE CAN I GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN
IT'S A SORRY STATE YOU'RE GETTTING IN
THE SAME EXCUSE IS WEARING THIN
THERE'S NO SELF CONTROL LEFT IN ME
WHAT WAS NOT WILL NEVER BE
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