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Sep 2018
Drowning in sin
Watch me burn
Doused in holy highs
Nothing left but bones
Don’t look in her eyes you’ll turn to stone
I wanna go, I wanna leave
This world might just not be for me
Hell is where we might find some peace
Don’t forget to breathe
When your minds at ease
When we’re chasing highway lines
In the moonlit hours
Certain things go bump in the night
Vinnie Brown
Written by
Vinnie Brown  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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