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SCARLET TEARS PAINT MY SKIN
REMINDING ME NOW OF THE DARKNESS WITHIN
THE SHADOWS THAT I CALL MY BEST FRIEND
GIVE ME CLOSURE AND COURAGE TO MOVE ON ONCE AGAIN
THE SUN ALL AROUND
AS I AM TOO
SEEMS PETTY AND SELFISH AND JUST A BIT CRUEL
GRASS BLADES SO GREEN THEY COULD BE YOUR EYES
STORMS SO GREY THEY CAN TURN THE TIDE

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