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Thoughts are stuck in my head
Whirling around
Bombing every pleasent memory
Turning sundust into flames
Cannot find the way out through this stonecold heat
there never has been
The wind feels like a tornado
Your scent tastes like blood
but your blood is the only thing keeping my heart alive
Whirling around
Bombing every pleasent memory
Turning sundust into flames
Cannot find the way out through this stonecold heat
there never has been
The wind feels like a tornado
Your scent tastes like blood
but your blood is the only thing keeping my heart alive
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