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Dec 2014
Sometimes it's flames
Sometimes is dying
Death's lullaby
Clipping your throat

Wouldn't it be great
To suffer them all
Or be a madman
And forget it

Crackling voices
Blurry visions
A clouded mind
It's showing what we are all inside

Just shut your eyes
The hardest part
Is letting go
Of your dreams
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-  texas
(texas)   
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   mistyholly, Bluebird and Erenn
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