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Nothing To Do But Wait
There's nothing to do but sit here in this cold dark room with no lights and no air.
As I sit here waiting for you to come rescue me.
There's blood dripping down my wrist as I sliced my wrist I think about all the good times that we had togther.
As I slip into a deep sleep I see your face before me,
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