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Gunned down

brought down

by the devil in I

and I just can’t lie

that this is another way of saying I’m not okay hey, well, what could I say

when I’m in a bloody shirt

waiting for reality to hit

but man nothing hurts

Standing guns

ready to fire

and it’s dire

Dire you don’t fire

 

 
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Wired6
<p>Cool</p>

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