But you yourself are nothing so divine
Just next in line
If you come inside, things will not be the same
When you return to my night
If you think you've won
You never saw me change
The game that we have been playing
I've seen diamonds cut through harder men
Than you yourself
but if you must pretend
You may meet your end
Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
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