Perfect Kind of Hell
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'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, and they were right
But you were my perfect kind of hell'
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