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You're cruel, fear that, your blood, like gas, water, could kill my pain, you're drowned. I want to love you, but I better not touch you, no one will hold you, but my senses tell me to stop, I want to kiss you, but I want to give you mercy, I want to take you, put your lips on, then I'm in the poison, poison running through my pain, you're poison. I want to love you, but I'll kill you, but my senses tell me to stop, I want to kill you, but my senses tell me to stop.