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Apollo Clone
Apollo Clone
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Burgos
Burgos
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Aaron Polar
Aaron Polar
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Burgos
Burgos
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JLP Audio
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Tripping by myself but I sell it like I'm fine I'll be gone a little while, tell them all I'm doing time I ain't ever had a lot besides flashbacks of dying I get too numb to cry Maybe someday I'll say sorry, never good at apologizing It's kind of crazy that I know my problems But I still refuse to solve them You held the puppet, I was the suffering Look me in my bleeding eyes Suffocate me with your lies, choke all the time You watched me dying, so quick off your conscious I'd rather lie with you all night than face The truth about why I can't do what's right I needed air, take me outside I'm seeing things, might not be there My stubborn thoughts, bliss seems so rare Things fade to black, so fast, then it's over in a flash like Smoking out my ride, lonely on my mind Bleeding through my eyes, take a walk on the other side Cut my arm with a fucking knife, life's low so I'm fucking high Makes me want to die, smoking 'til I'm fried On that red eye fight, look into my eyes You held the puppet, I was the suffering Look me in my bleeding eyes Suffocate me with your lies, choke all the time You watched me dying, so quick off your conscious I'd rather lie with you all night than face The truth about why I can't do what's right We're still young We ain't done with the thrill that we're coming after I'm out late because these nights make my heart beat faster You held the puppet, I was the suffering Look me in my bleeding eyes Suffocate me with your lies, choke all the time You held the puppet, I was the suffering Look me in my bleeding eyes Suffocate me with your lies, choke all the time You watched me dying, so quick off your conscious I'd rather lie with you all night than face The truth about why I can't do what's right I needed air, take me outside I'm seeing things, might not be there My stubborn thoughts, bliss seems so rare Things fade to black, so fast, then it's over in a flash like
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