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do I murder
when I forget you from afar
too drunk on the poison of endless roads
and the countless smokey bars
but tension is to be loved
when it is like a passing note
to a beautiful, beautiful chord
do I murder us
putting pavement through my veins
shooting in that special heroin
for the seeking and displaced
but tension is to be loved
when it is like a passing note
to a beautiful, beautiful chord
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