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AWAKE.
AWAKE BEFORE THE MAN YOU ONCE KNEW DISAPPEARS
AND KILLS HIMSELF FROM THE SUFFERING THROUGH THE YEARS.
OPEN THE DOOR TO A STRANGE RINGING IN YOUR EARS.
TOO LATE, HE'S BOUGHT A GUN AND NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HE'LL DO NOW.
HE'S BOUGHT A DRINK TO HELP WASH HIS MISERY DOWN.
IF WE'RE LUCKY, MAYBE WE'LL SEE HIM AROUND.
WAITING FOR TIME TO ARISE, THIS FLOWER WILL NEVER DIE ON YOU.
I AWAIT THIS PRIZE OF MINE, YOU'VE NEVER LOOKED SO FINE. I PROMISE.
YOU SAID.
AND KILLS HIMSELF FROM THE SUFFERING THROUGH THE YEARS.
OPEN THE DOOR TO A STRANGE RINGING IN YOUR EARS.
TOO LATE, HE'S BOUGHT A GUN AND NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HE'LL DO NOW.
HE'S BOUGHT A DRINK TO HELP WASH HIS MISERY DOWN.
IF WE'RE LUCKY, MAYBE WE'LL SEE HIM AROUND.
WAITING FOR TIME TO ARISE, THIS FLOWER WILL NEVER DIE ON YOU.
I AWAIT THIS PRIZE OF MINE, YOU'VE NEVER LOOKED SO FINE. I PROMISE.
YOU SAID.
Published 31st Jan 2014
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