Just a come back
Another come back
Far too orchestrated
Far too Calculated
A
Chances of being born, so slim
So keep warm
so keep warm
And
Quiet little voices creep into my head,
I'm young again.
Quiet little
I think I died this time
Suffered bullet holes
And stop wounds
Woke when it was dark,
wait for day to start before
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