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| Life is such a trouble, walk in through my shoes, look around the room, it'll only be bad news, blood painted on the wall, glance down way bellow, holes from where i fall, there's no net to catch me, a second in my shoes, you would soon flee, not knowing what goes on, inside of me. |
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