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Melting down the guns of your past
Rusted, black, tilted toward blast
Dead man memories cut into sand
Trusting you without a mind
Strike against the time of the beat
Chemist stuff, decaying streets
Memories cut into sand
Melting down the guns of your past
Nobody told me that's what I wanted
Nobody told me dead man memories
Climb the walls
Clear the throat
Climb the walls
Clear the throat
Clear the throat
Climb the walls
Clear the throat
Climb the walls
Nobody told me that's what I wanted
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