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Oct 2018
and there's weight to this gun
and i don't mean the mass.
and i number my days,
don't know which one's the last.
but when it comes down to it,
you can't break unbreakable.
when everybody's pressed
the fake is unmistakable.
it's sunday night.
you call me when you're drunk.
Written by
clever  16/F/Nowhere Important
(16/F/Nowhere Important)   
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     Sean Fitzpatrick, adept and Vanessa Gatley
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