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Oct 2014
Concentrate on my voice
Though it's barely alive
And listen for the girl
You've trapped inside.
A house with locked doors
And you've swallowed every key.
With all the windows closed
To drown out all her screams.
You hold my hand each day
But haunt my every dream.
I guess that's more like a nightmare.
lX0st
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lX0st  F/Detroit
(F/Detroit)   
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