take my hand, then break my soul,
make me hate the thing we were...
something old and something new –
everything was never true...
if only one can make it through,
I'd prefer it to be you.
more than that, but less than there're...
take my hand and kill the prayerer...
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take my hand, then tear my soul,
make me hate the thing we were...
something old and something new –
everything was never true...
if only one can make it through,
I'd prefer it to be you.
more than that, but less than there're...
take my hand and kill the prayerer...
*
New version. Only one word substitution. I like it more new way, I think. For now, at least.
everything was never true...
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