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Alone again, all on my own,
But why should I care anymore?
Every waking second is spent in solitude,
But it’s better that way, of course,
No loneliness here, why should I be?
I’m a weapon, my body is danger,
Constantly alone, but I like it that way,
I find this isolation comfortable.
But why should I care anymore?
Every waking second is spent in solitude,
But it’s better that way, of course,
No loneliness here, why should I be?
I’m a weapon, my body is danger,
Constantly alone, but I like it that way,
I find this isolation comfortable.
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