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Crack in my window

A crack in a window shows good times, good times turn into blurred lines, never wipe a tear from a babies eyes, tell a rose a lie, watch it burn in your disguise then watch it rise. Watch the blood climb, Now killing what use to be mine burn in the inside , hear the moon start to cry, now starting to fly , dead silence at least I tried

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