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Precious, I feel precious Waves of the unborn truth Bathing in your presence I despise what isn't you
Precious, I feel precious Writhing in the way Dripping onto slivers Screaming for screaming's sake
Precious, I feel Precious, and so afraid Cracking, slowly cracking Under the neon rain
Precious, I feel precious Writhing in the way Dripping onto slivers Screaming for screaming's sake
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