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You screamed louder
I couldn't speak
You didn't let me defend myself
You threw me with everything you could get
You told me nonsense
And my tears rolled down
And I for giving you the best
Which is what I earn
But one day I will leave
And you will have to settle for nothing
And I will pierce your soul with my sword
And you will have my oblivion, my oblivion will come
I will sink you as you are sinking me into oblivion
And in summer you will die of cold
And on your birthday my oblivion will be your gift
But one day I will be gone
And you will have to settle for nothing
And I will pierce your soul with my sword
And you will have my oblivion, my oblivion will come
I will sink you as you are sinking me into oblivion
And in summer you will die of cold
And on your birthday my oblivion will be your gift.

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