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You'll feed off Me until you've mistakenly left me for dead.
You'll act surprised And full of dread
But it was always your way
You'll coax me to stay
Lullabies to make this predator prey
Sweet nothings acting as sedatives
These nothings are merely impedetive
My essence is not for your misdealings
All my senses reeling
Its from my soul you keep feeding
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