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Vegeance
The present is black
the past is violent
I'll haunt your conscience to guilt
with my silence
Disappearance is nothing; just forgetting who you were, why you came
But staying gone for so long
is how I know I've won the game
the past is violent
I'll haunt your conscience to guilt
with my silence
Disappearance is nothing; just forgetting who you were, why you came
But staying gone for so long
is how I know I've won the game
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