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My manifesto is a compound of blood
The sweat that left me long ago
Your fingers move by candlelight
I prefer the closet to the naked sunlight
Shoot down the sun
The scene of the crime is a carnival ride
Bystanders weep on every side
You shot down the sun, our hand are tied
Two faced victims have no place to confide
Shoot down the sun
Breakdown
Shoot down the sun
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