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Dark Symphony
Where is that car going ?
And why is it getting so cold
Im not sold on this thing called life just yet
Its a hate crime to be stuck here in this hell hole
Pain is digging deep in my soul
Lately ive been on cloud 9 waiting to rain back down
Get wiped off the windshield splattered on the ground
Oh put it in reverse run back around
Those tires aint nothing but the continous...
Wednesday 7th July 2021 6:54 pm
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