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hellishly alone


All alone, cold and dead we hold hands on the path of night although it is bright I know for sure we didn't make it to heaven for I can see hell's bells waiting for me calling me saying I'm free even though I just can't be for this is the land of sin don't you see? you can't leave or the devil will see he collects the damned for the vengeance that will be.
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