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"And as the walls come down and As I look in your eyes My fear begins to fade Recalling all of the times I have died and will die. It's all right. I don't mind.
I am too connected to you to Slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me."
H. - Tool
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