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Goodbye Everyone
There's a hidden art on my wrist,
it's drawn with a razor blade,
and drawn when I'm depressed.
This dying language with a rope,
goes around your neck.
I call it "Lost Hope."
This new age with their fancy guns,
you put it to your head,
and goodbye everyone.
it's drawn with a razor blade,
and drawn when I'm depressed.
This dying language with a rope,
goes around your neck.
I call it "Lost Hope."
This new age with their fancy guns,
you put it to your head,
and goodbye everyone.
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