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You blacken me, and then you walk away

In a pool of blood

You attack me like lions would

Sinking in this water, the dirt in mouth makes mud

I have no strength left to undo what they have done

We bet on nothing, a losing horses head

We kept on cutting till you ripped me to shreds

With friends like these, I don’t need friends at all

With friends like these, you vultures, you cowards

Oh my, my, how you have grown into a bunch of backstabbing murderers

Well first you caught me out and then you took me down

We know all about you

You are our friends now

Monumental people living monumental lives

We are monumental people living in monumental times

Oh, you were so devilish

Devilish you were, Oh No…

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