It must be you I'm still thinking of
It's hard for
[Gothic Rain]
She sold her soul today
I feil it slip away
I
You think you know me
You think you own me
But I
Blind looking the other way
For something wicked comes
Wicked comes this
All hail the loudest voice
Shouting what he's made of
Shut up
I took you for granted
Treated you with no respect
I guess
Hauntingly familiar words come to me
It's happend all before
You still
You and I so tragically
Prove what trust should never be
You
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