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my mind has been mine

for as long as i can remember

i was no-one else's but my own

but then i met you late in september


how could i have been so foolish

to play your malicious game

of love and torture

all while you were chasing fame


i think you could call it murder

your instinct to kill was too high

once i was strung up on you

i was already too far in the sky

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