Founder's Canon
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Your hole is a black one
I cannot escape
Etched in my memory’s
Your pretty face
Wherever I go
I can’t get away
I want you to leave
But inside you stay
I was thinking forever
And you told me as well
But where were you at
The moment I fell?
The promises, lies
You were willing to tell
When things got too tough
Then you left me in Hell
I feel I am sick
And I’m needing my nurse
I call, you don’t answer
Your carelessness hurts
Death’s gonna get me
If you don’t get there first
And now I am wondering
Which one of you’s worse
I guess all these gashes
Will heal up in time
But I still will not have you
Quite out of my mind
These scars will still be here
Directing as signs
If I say I don’t love you
Then know it’s a lie

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