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Infected skin, infected heart,
Infected soul, from the start.
Gone away for the night,
Coming back at first light.
That is my tears,
Oh, the tears I've shed,
They only go away when I'm in bed.
So there is one thought,
Oh, that one thought,
I thought go to bed forever,
Even if me and my frends,
would never be together,
Again.
-Emma Woldul