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I feel my soul, it’s bleeding
Will you fly with me this evening?
You can call me strong
You can call me weak
But your love I will keep
I can’t get you out of this head, I call mine
This broken heart may never mend
But I will continue to breath again
I need something strong
Perfect little life I wasted
Overdosed and death I tasted