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Flowers in Vain
(N.Thomas/D.Turner)
The
demon calls
Invites me in
He makes his mark
Upon my skin
I only want to help
Only want to care
I only want to help
I only want to care
His venom races
Through my vein
A plea for madness
And sickness fain
And all it seems
Is left inside
Soul-submission
Bound and tied
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