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that your heart broken and your
anger's smoking.
And you lie there poking at a little
token ...
of days gone by. You let out a
sigh. Tears fill your eyes.
And you start to cry. And say,
Oh God why.
And you wish you could die.
And your eyes won't dry.
And time don't fly on this hellish
night.
Eyes wide open on this hellish ride
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