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Nov 2015
the lights spin around
running right into the ground
people try to come down
all trying not to drown
stars dying in the background
none can hide their frown
heading back to the battleground
keeping an eye on the countdown
til the lights go out
and the blackout
triggers the fallout
and everyone
just
leaves
family gatherings are hell
winter
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winter
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