she calls me into my sweet milky death
traverse into the abyss
just a burnout in a dirty bed
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and my head is feeling lame
and my eyes are like white paint
all glazed like a chemtrail sky
its over walk on by
emotion runs me numb
think i want me some
and die inside a cloud
turn this bad world inside out
i see the setting sun
i see the freedom guns
i see the things to come
but the game of life is far from done
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the day they plus tax file this
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