pounding away in the back of my head until i`ve almost lost myself and those red and black patterns in which nothing happens have made me sleep a beautiful voice is a nail being pulled out of wood carry on little hammer you were always my favourite toy when the world`s dead to me in my soft ??? fortunate cushion of pins(?) is a soldier slicing thin(?) through(?) thin(?) the unfortunate truth sneaking in
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