Lyric Coping

PRIMAL, EVIL WHAT AM I ?
TONGUE-TIED UNTI THE DAY I DIE
THERE S NO LOVE MADE WITH MERMAIDS
IT S JUST DISTRACTION OR SO THEY SAY

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BUT I M TOO TIRED TO CARE ABOUT IT
CAN T YOU SEE IT IN MY FACE, MY FACE
WHEN I FEEL THIS STRANGE CAN I GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN

IT S A SORRY STATE YOU RE GETTTING IN
THE SAME EXCUSE IS WEARING THIN
THERE S NO SELF CONTROL LEFT IN ME
WHAT WAS NOT WILL NEVER BE

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