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Thorn in my side
verse
all roses have their thorn
they are as sharp as a knife
their cuts are forlorn
each day is cut from your life
Chorus
you bleed from the rose
the Continuum of life is *forever* whispered
after the loss you seem to doze
your life will be always be severed
Verse
the thorn in my side
putting everything else on hold
the pain will never reside
you feel nothing besides cold
Chorus
you bleed from the rose
the Continuum of life is *forever* whispered
after the loss you seem to doze
your life will be always be severed
bleeding *forever* echo
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