Melt me down....into big black armour

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'Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Starts of night turned deep to dust'
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It's not your face
Or the color of your hair
Or the sound of your voice my dear
That’s going to drag me in there,
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Hope you'll wait, in a murderous manner... hope you'll wait
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