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That Night is Killing Me

Take this pain off my
heart.
Help me please from falling
apart.
Change and erase my
memory.
Let my soul be finally
free.

Wipe away the child's blood off my
skin.
Waiting for the day for me to again
grin.
To laugh and dance in the
sun.
Never again think about that
gun.

That awful cold winter
night.
I was so filled with
fright.
The boy that was killed was so
young.
Killed by a madman with that awful
gun.  
Written by PoisonApple
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