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These feelings can easily rust in any kind of rain and often are confused with lust for I begged you not be my bane. I fought the devil to be all right, to pull through and remain just in case you did what you might and watch me as I fall. With bleeding fingers I crawled to light and when better days did come to call, you tried to rekindle our old trust, and I couldn't help but laugh at such gall. Often confused with lust, these feelings can easily rust.
Let it Rust
