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Cursed
Staring up at the dead lights at midnight,
thinking about you, a mind consumed,
train wreck thinking instead of sleeping
seems sort of like voodoo.
thinking about you, a mind consumed,
train wreck thinking instead of sleeping
seems sort of like voodoo.
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