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And the world revolves around our pain
And there tears all fall like the monsoon rain
And nothing I do can break this chain
Of unfortunate events that starts it off again

So let’s get right back to the core
Of this broken heart that screams for more
And even though you walked out the door
The tears won’t stop and the rain will still pour

Yet you black heart that’s deep in hell
Will rot at the bottom of the devils well
And on your death day I ring the bell
So that the poets have another story to tell

And so the pain starts up for the second time
And you suffer for nothing, innocent of the crime
And for you the bells will always chime
For your deaths only worth a few words in rhyme