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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