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i'm a dead man walking.
a rotted corpse of unrequited love.
and i found my murderer.
in a way this tragedy is downright suicide.
but each crime has an accomplice.
wanna be mine? these wounds are deep.
and the flow is steady.
sweet liquor straight from my beat less heart
and i can’t be to blame
cause the knife in my wound
has your fingerprints all over it
best be glad i love you dear.