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There will be fire. There will be smoking. Almost 12 years along... How could it be? So haunted, you're so haunted lately you're tearing through your skin. How could it be? There's 12 stitches down your arm, over top of the old scars. Live and let go. The black thread crosses your arm, over top of the old. Live and let go. Your doctor says it's time for something new. And I couldn't agree more than I do. So haunted, you're so haunted lately. and the valium wears off, like everything. From Letras Mania