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it's a memory now
they would yell
they would scream
they were fighting it out
she would hope
she would pray
she was waiting it out
sharp words
like knives
they were cutting her down
shattered glass
like the past
its a memory now
they would scream
they were fighting it out
she would hope
she would pray
she was waiting it out
sharp words
like knives
they were cutting her down
shattered glass
like the past
its a memory now
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