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He was like a son of a gun
Chasing those kids in a nearby park
A son of a poor little bitch
Following the small kid with a gun
They say he is somewhat dark
But no-one knows what he does
And when the night is about to be dead
That's when his fingers find the thing
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It's just another day
When I don't know who I am
Chasing sunlights as a hope
But already know they are gone
Leaving the body on the party floor
'Cause my mind is too desensitized 
Neon light are moving on the wall
Leaving another mere hope 
Empty minds running for empty cups
And empty me trying to make it whole
But I just see another day going by
With me staying in the bruised state of mind
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