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You don't love me You don't love me Concaved empathy But you don't love me I dream about dead hours And think about remaining within view My devotion is new Never be, never be, never be still Whilst Carys's neighbours are thriving And in the midnight pity bath I found no towels But you won't see scenes I think about dead flowers Stinking up the corridors and wounds My intentions half-used Never be, never be, never be still Whilst Carys's neighbours are thriving Thriving Take Your cake Out of my face Letras de cancionesOn point Divine Die hard I think about dead hours Never be, never be, never be still Never be, never be, never be still Never be, never be, never be still Whilst Carys's neighbours are thriving Thriving Take Your cake Out of my face On point Divine Die hard From Letras Mania