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Someones In The Death Bed by The Burning Year

And we could only be a gunshot
Spreading ourselves all over the pages
Kiss me now
Before
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The dirt in our hands
The Night by The Burning Year

Nothing..nothing lies underneath these vast stars
A home..a promise..a lie..and for everyone the

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