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Escape
The lighters a trigger
I load my gun
And swallow the bullets
Straight to my lungs
With every drag
And hit I take
My thoughtless mind
Will come awake
No more daddy's leaving
Or mommy's crying
Just coughing and heaving
And careless flying
I guess it's living
I guess I'm dying
And if I'm not
I'm surely trying
I load my gun
And swallow the bullets
Straight to my lungs
With every drag
And hit I take
My thoughtless mind
Will come awake
No more daddy's leaving
Or mommy's crying
Just coughing and heaving
And careless flying
I guess it's living
I guess I'm dying
And if I'm not
I'm surely trying
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