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Nov 2013
(And any other day)



She looked out the window

She saw

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She came

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Blood the red song sing or be gone !

Ain't no use to it

Ain't no purpose

Ain't no reason to live or die

Ain't nothin here but death

And your will to survive

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Arising

Coming out of the mist

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SHE



She decided to stop hurtin herself

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She came forth to stop all pain

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Written by
jeffrey robin
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