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Torn Give me life Or give me death. Not this half-life Not this waking death. Let me burn brightly Or put this fire out. Let me live my dreams Or wake me from this nightmare. But please don't leave me here In this lukewarm hell.
Give me life Or give me death. Not this half-life Not this waking death. Let me burn brightly Or put this fire out. Let me live my dreams Or wake me from this nightmare. But please don't leave me here In this lukewarm hell.
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