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You'd think one gets used it by now Being caught in a crossfire as bullets collide. The turning of heads looking back in surprise, Takes you back to a state of distinctive decline. You're shrunk down to nothing in the high of the cries With no help in sight, just lingering eyes.
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Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 1:14 AM UTC
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You'd think one gets used it by now Being caught in a crossfire as bullets collide. The turning of heads looking back in surprise, Takes you back to a state of distinctive decline. You're shrunk down to nothing in the high of the cries With no help in sight, just lingering eyes.
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Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 1:14 AM UTC
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