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like gunshots through the night, my memories come tearing through the flesh of the dark and i see you again, hear you as these hours slowly bleed to death.
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like gunshots through the night, my memories come tearing through the flesh of the dark and i see you again, hear you as these hours slowly bleed to death.
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