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We play with guns,
We play with time.
And time just runs,
And deaths just makes us feel alive.

The moon is high,
As we fall asleep.
Our dreams are dark,
Our dreams are deep.

We close our eyes,
And say goodbye.
It’s time to rest,
It’s time to die.

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