Play the game
Roll the dice
Hope to God that you won't lose twice
I took a chance on love again
I hope I won't be broken again
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Perfect Kind of Hell
Poezja'The torture of loving you was addicting You were like a drug that was forever in my veins Your harsh words did nothing but make me crave you more And your cruel hands did nothing but make me want to please you Everyone told me you were hell, an...
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Play the game
Roll the dice
Hope to God that you won't lose twice
I took a chance on love again
I hope I won't be broken again
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