<!-- Page Code:VGhliEN1cmUgLSBGYWl0aCA= --> catch me if i fall i'm losing hold i can't just carry on this way and every time i turn away lose another blind game the idea of perfection holds me suddenly i see you change everything at once the same but the mountain never moves rape me like a child christened in blood painted like an unknown saint there's nothing left but
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