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Love
(Love, love)
The kind that kills and scars
And make you kneel and crawl
To hell and back
(Love, love)
The words that slit your throat
And make you think of love
As the new black
As what you lack
Love
(Love, love)
The kind that kills and scars
And make you kneel and crawl
To hell and back
(Love, love)
The words that slit your throat
And make you think of love
As the new black
As what you lack
Love
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