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You can tell me a thousand times,
that everything will be alright,
but that doesn't make it true,
especially coming from you.

There is nowhere left to hide,
when I've used up all my lies,
there's nothing left of me inside.

I don't want to die,
I just don't want this life,
I've tried to hint, that I'm not in this,

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