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richozGunfire in the street. Where we used to meet. Echoes that are beat, when the bass goes “bomb”. Right over my head. Step over the dead. Remember what you said. You know a part about life, is just a waking dream. I know what you mean. But that ain’t how it seems right here, right now. How can this be real? I can barely feel. Anymore.
I am trying to see. I am trying to believe. This is not where I should be. I am trying to believe.
Blood hardens in the sand. Cold metal in my hand. Hope you understand the way that things are gonna be. There’s nowhere left to hide. ‘Cause God is on our side. I keep telling myself.
I am trying to see. I am trying to believe. This is not where I should be. I am trying to believe.
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