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Help me collect the pieces of my own disaster
You've got me from the abyss now I hold you hand
You were the brightest light I've seen and still I praise it but
I belong to the darkness, queen still wants be served

You were pretty visitor entering my nightmare
And I was meant to be that little blissful pill
But I didn't do what you wanted feel
You're the sweetest morphine - you're my favorite drug

I'm still taking it all down though my hands full of blisters
Cause I tried to pull out our carriage from deep pool of this muddy road
And our meadow once covered with flowers is not anymore
So let's kiss goodbye our winter and it all can grow back on

I need a crust
I don't wanna burn us
I need a savior

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