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Memories of how it used to be
Painted thick on my walls
Cold illusions pumping through my veins
Felt them there but I didn't hear them call
Washed away all my darkest fears
Shoved them down to my soul
I keep them aged llike a vintage wine
I'm sure they'll come out when they're ready to go
Wait a while all I need is a friend
Come on stay a while won't you please understand
I'm fucked up with nothing ahead by the end
I know that I'll never get sober
And I'm fed up with this miserable life after death
I know that I've taken my last breath
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