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Jan 7
Momentum runs across your eyes
The red light keep the tears as you cry
Like a barbarian while everyone seeks religion
I don’t even know how to make a decision
Am I losing my vision?

From the backstage of my mind
Music races
Lights flash
Cars crash
The social decay of tonight’s day
As the poor man withers away
The morn holds the only peace
The night before the night we cried
That’s where it holds the dark

When I cry for you, it’s because I want to relive a memory
A memory that has been implanted since the day I met you
Kissed you
Felt you.
T
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