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I see you laying broken, bruised
Bleeding into blades of grass
Your bent and dented bicycle
Sprawled out among the glass

I hear the sirens bleating, blaring
Bartering your life away
Breathe, please breathe, I'm on my knees
I'm begging you to stay




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