Wrong is Right.

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I'd do anything for you,
And I swear it will be the death of me,
I can't handle this,
But I'd do anything for you,
I've got one foot in the casket already,
Look at what you do,
I am death, and dying,
But at least it's for you,
Here is my heart,
A souvenir serving as a memoriam of better times,

All I want is for this aching pain to end,
But losing the pain means losing the love,
Besides, my wants mean nothing at all,
So I stay in place,

Just like I always do,
For you.

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