How can I be sure
That you won't walk away?
Oh, angel of deception
Let me live this way
Oh, how can I be sure

Don't give out on me
My hope, my apathy
You know, it ain't easy
Maintaining my belief
That we are free

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humaine always ask me, “why you screme?” but real questione is, why humaine donot screme ?

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The soulless, they say, are dispirited, callous, dead to pleasures and prone to viciousness.