part title 1.5 il s'est suicidé

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there's a gun up to my head, honey

and it's spitting blood

there's a thought in my brain

maybe four, and i've been tripping

my head isn't clear and i'm all fogged up

can you reach me from up there?

because i need your help.

when i pull the trigger,

be there with me.

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-kat

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