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Jun 2017
Music playing, blood flowing
There is only one way of knowing
Through the dark, lost and alone
How low long will it be 'til I get home
Falling in fire, burning in hell
I had so many stories to tell
So many lies, so many fears
I guessed long ago that the ending was near
Finally gone, not on shed a tear
Nobody saw though I made it clear
Written by
Mary
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