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Good friend, i know that you can't see with your hands on your eyes. I tried. You lied. No more taking chances. No more chances. Your face is a mask, i can feel it. No one is a sucker for you. If i could, i would, i would steal it. I'd steal it away from you to breathe. I'm holding my passage. I fall to the ground. You are laughing at me. You are dying, you fool. A death parade, this way comes. I'm holding a banner of white. I hear them stomping, wearing upside down smiles. I spit to make mud. And i drown myself in. I'm digging you out from a downgrade and i'm dragging you under the stairs to breathe. Come armageddon.
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Police John, Police Red (by Training For Utopia)
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