Love me, little, love me, dear.
In your eyes I see a fear.
Empty noise: you can't come back.
See you, cry... Hands on your neck.
Fifty-fifty. It's your chance -
Thank me for this little grace.
Try and try, dont tell me. Later.
Today I'm your private traitor.
Private traitor
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