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The Scent Of Decayed Face
The stench fills up the shore
Your skin's smell I can't restore
And it strikes me to the core
That I can't feel it anymore
The way it smelled can’t be forgotten
It was tattooed here, but now it’s rotten
It kept me breathing for years and years
Whenever I need it, it appears
One day you could open your eyes
Your skin could get softer and I would hear your cries
I will be here, waiting that day
To hold you tight, along the way
You're not dead yet, you can’t be
I can't send your spirit free
I need you, as long as I am still here
You need me, and I know that my dear
You're not dead yet
You're not dead yet
You can’t be.
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