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Who can see he will die
Already dead.
You can choose but the right choice,
Will hurt you.
And don't look through your window,
Don't let the time pass.
White sunrise on my hands,
It's no longer me.
Our heads are down.
Ooo…
Our heads are down.
Crimes on our faces.
