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On one of those days,
Or most likely nights,
When loneliness prevails
In our endless fight,
When love is like a knife,
That goes through the heart,
And you can see your life
Before you fall apart.
You simply cannot see
Before your world goes dark
If that was jealousy,
Or just a heart attack.
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