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The Amityville Whore

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Xiii - Rock

The Amityville Whore

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Stand in my whirlpool of untold confessions Soon I'll die a martyr of my own emotions I deify the sinful heart that I am blessed with Why can't I just find the meaning of these lessons? I despise my own emotions My very eyes are unforgiven Still I try one last decision To find my light for my redemption I deny the horrid memory engraved in my cold mind The picture painted I can't take it Losing my will to live without regrets So why can't I just find my own way to forget it? So walk a mile in my shoes If you were mе what would you choose? A soul like mine, bеaten and abused Nothing to gain but all to lose Some nights I hear you calling out to me Your voice rings in my ears The guilt consumes me every time I'm reminded of that memory And I've tried to keep you alive in my heart for so many long years But it's time I let go of my mistakes from the past And set myself free

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