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Black heart, black sky Old gun, Red eye Nice dream, i die You ask, but why? I cut up my vein Blood flows my skin I cry but i smile No more ones i try I die i die
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Black heart, black sky Old gun, Red eye Nice dream, i die You ask, but why? I cut up my vein Blood flows my skin I cry but i smile No more ones i try I die i die
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