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There's a blue cylinder of smoke that risingFrom the bottom of my sleep and now collidingWith the angels in my dreams, shredding their wingsI scream to wake up nowBut the smoke grabs me like a 'jacker's handGun in the other making demands 'Turn to look at me'I see the nothingness of his face
Silent and violent, I never thought you'd come around hereYou pushed into my face the cracks of a broken plate,Now get the fuck outta here
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