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secondary, secondary self for myself a devil dog, a close call, somebody else and your love, your love, your love it's just a wicked friend and it's time that you're fighting off are you scared that i'm dying start believing in a secondary, secondary self for myself sick pride, a dead heart, somebody else you wanna get well on your own but truth to tell, you've been shot to hell you're all fucking holes all i ever doing things that i'll never tell anybody else i'm not shooting, i'm not shooting, i'm not playing i'm here waiting for anybody well i guess i'm not playing melodrama, it's just me it's just me it's your love, it's your love From Letras Mania