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Lonely people Don't hear their own names. I always need to love, But now it is what lives. It may harm your body. It may harm your body, Yeah. I stand to restore what has been Undone. I found the door of The forgotten one. Through the torn of deadly harm, Come rise or come undone. In revealing ruins, When you chop the head. Lonely people don't Hear their own names. I always need to love, But now it is what lives. Through the torn of deadly harm, Come rise or come undone. In revealing ruins, When you chop the head.