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Mar 2012
All eyes
All ears
Open your soul
To the tears

Let your heart do the work
Keep your head up high
Wipe the blood from your shirt
It doesn't always have to hurt

Molecules rush to the scene of the crime
The detective in you knows the truth
Move your body slow to the rhythm and rhyme
As you **** the cracks in your broken tooth

Let it all be known
Nothing to show, nothing to hide
You'll be free when the light is shown
So just let the gun hang in the holster by your side
John
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John  28/M/New York
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