Now I lay me down to sleep.
Here is my soul for you to keep.
For I will
die, and never wake.
Here in my hands for you to take, my bleeding
heart upon a plate.
Slowly beating, quickly breaking, the same old thing
to keep it aching.
So now I lay me down to sleep, here is my soul for
you to keep.
For I will die and never wake, and give you now..my soul to
take.
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