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Leave me be
And cease to tell me how to feel
To grieve, to shield myself from evil
Leave me be
Ode of lies is killing me
Romanticide
Till love do me part
And cease to tell me how to feel
To grieve, to shield myself from evil
Leave me be
Ode of lies is killing me
Romanticide
Till love do me part