You saw it on his face, That you should run, But you stayed, And wished you had gone, But now it's too late, There is blood on your hands, And your soul is lost, Never to come back again.

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You saw it on his face, That you should run, But you stayed, And wished you had gone, But now it's too late, There is blood on your hands, And your soul is lost, Never to come back again.

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