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Concussion into a fall, I don't ever feel torn
We might get excited 'bout daylight and bracelets in gold
Ninety-nine percent fade out everything
Of all I could've known
Lost the calls
Nothing happened
Made it up as a gift for a friend
Medicine
Laughed for days
I've been mourning the loss of a friend
He was gunning so fast for the end
