.Well it seems like things are getting worse
Youâre the black cat on my path, youâveâ
crossedâ
me and Iâmâ
cursed
Iâm a victim and youâre theâ
plague
Thereâs no cure and Iâm left conscious but Iâm dying in decay
Like the flames to Notre Dame, nothing sacr.
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