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I am running in circles
blinded by the city lights
there's a hand on my gun
it seems to be a pretty night
I'm locating a target
right eye of a pretty maid
it seems to be a pretty night

I am beating my heart
it's grinded like a firestone
who's the man at the door?
he's begging for a broken bone
as I start to divide him
everyone is out to run
"I'm sorry sir, your coffe's done"
"your coffe's done"

there's a feeling inside which
makes me think I'll get insane
like a fucking tequila worm
it's swimming in my brain
I decided to start the day
with my own suicide
I'll drink it on the other side
I'll drink it on the other side

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