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Flowing through my veins
The hurt isn't all there
The red is the stains
They all seem to care
But the dust still falls into
Alkaline ashes
Burns and crashes
Bleeding grey
End of day
Brain so numb
Pictures on the floor
But I won't come
Not anymore
But the dust still falls into
Alkaline ashes
Burns and crashes
Bleeding grey
End of day
Flammable warning
Danger of drowning
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