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Suffering Time

14 hours in a New York minute, I ought to stop, But I can't quit it... No answer to my call... Is it the end Of it all? The pain, it does spread, Making the future Something to dread... Somehow, some way, I got to get out of here, Cause I'm swimming In a sea of fear... So I say goodbye to you My sweet... As I acknowledge My defeat... Something is flying about....

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