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By Demise Of Eros, I’m tired of walking into glass doors
The motion detectors don’t
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By Demise Of Eros, I've come that they might have life
Yet they choose death
In
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By Demise Of Eros, Do not be far from me
For trouble is near
And there
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By Demise Of Eros, Trying to reach the sky on my own strength
It never
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By Demise Of Eros, Another night of the same charade
I find myself wanting her
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By Demise Of Eros, How can I bear it any longer
A life wasted, buried
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By Demise Of Eros, Amidst all the failure and all the guilt
You are still
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By Demise Of Eros, Pride and lust consume this broken bitter soul,
and yet through