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I long to live again, to be a part of this creation to be a part of this procession. Saw the procession going by and it lead me to such sweet regression. This is why he said that I would be the one and only this is why he said that I would be the sacrifice this is why he said that i would lose my freedome. That I would lose. And I let it slide. And I lay down here and die. It cuts me in two. When I let it slide it cuts me (so deep) From Letras Mania