Beverly, you burn my soul, your love suffocates my life, and boredom turns to chaos in my head. In your bed, I sacrifice myself every night. I want to experience something else in your bed, and never hear your cries again. Oh, it's over, over for me. I never want to see that face in that bed again. Two years of shouting, broken glasses, overturned tables, and I refused to die in your arms, I refused to die in your arms. Beverly, I wish good luck to whoever wants my place, yes, my place, because for me, I refuse to die in this gilded cage. Beverly, you haunt my thoughts, for it's an illusion of happiness, and you sing with that childlike voice that no man can resist. Oh, is that really what you do...? I have goosebumps, you chill me to the bone. Two years of shouting, broken glasses, overturned tables, and I refused to die in your arms, and I refused to die in your arms, and good luck to whoever wants to take my place, oh my place, because I refused to die in your arms, yes, I refused to die in your arms, and good luck to whoever wants to take my place, oh my place, oh no oh no.....
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