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The sweet burn that erases the pain, The same sweet burn that takes your image away Might just be the sweet burn that will **** the pain for good. So I no longer have to hide behind my hood, No longer punching my bare knuckles against the wood. Because when we thought we found heaven; I knew at the bottom of heaven was only hell. Now this sweet burn is causing my liver to swell. Thanks to this sweet burn I might finally ring the bell.
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
Sweet Burn
The sweet burn that erases the pain, The same sweet burn that takes your image away Might just be the sweet burn that will **** the pain for good. So I no longer have to hide behind my hood, No longer punching my bare knuckles against the wood. Because when we thought we found heaven; I knew at the bottom of heaven was only hell. Now this sweet burn is causing my liver to swell. Thanks to this sweet burn I might finally ring the bell.
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
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