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At divinity,
it’s where you set the mark.
And through that peculiar lens,
no one could measure up to
your pure heart.
I can’t be satisfied
with the kind of life you give.
I’d rather go terrified, alone,
blowing curses in the wind.
You don’t believe me when
I say that I don’t believe in this.
How’d you earn your place?
How’d your love get so twisted?
I can’t be satisfied
with the kind of life you give.
I’d rather go terrified, alone,
blowing curses in the wind.
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