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Kill the night
Shoots fired and still you move
The blood will spill, still you try to prove
I cryed to many tears and spent the time alone
I left the house, that I once called a home
You through me away and showed me a life
Now all I want for that life, is a silver kitchen knife
Make it stop!
Make it end, the voices in my head
No you just push me away instead
