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I hate choking on past words, I swim upstream.
The ones to never ever let you try.
Blackout, clear hearts won't counteract; see through the dirt in your eyes.
You must stand on battle lines if you want to own blue skies.
Situations have turned the tide, the waters caving cast aside.
you die.
Blackout, clear hearts won't counter act; see through the death in our lives.
night.
Unearth the things that you're afraid of.
Takes more than death in our lives.
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