124. That sound

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I can't fucking breathe, much less believe the truth.
I pick up a gun, aim for the sun, and shoot.
Better days, so unafraid in my youth.
I can't breathe or believe the truth.Your eyes are lined in pain.
Black tears don't hide in rain.
And I tied you to the tracks.
When I turned around, I heard that sound.

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