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i'm missing the hole where the day stopped. I'm running from the light from the street the past unfolds in droves and unwinds keeping in the mold a blindside forayed into eyes as black as tar ducking the scoma I'm kissing the ground under brown fog I stumbled to your arms to be freed propped me up to be stung by their darts I nevber considered prejudice the unnown turned to hatred in the click of a sigh ducking the scoma Letras de canciones I'm handcuffed in revulsion turned away and i'm fighting the need to relapse propped me up to be stung by their darts I never considered prejudice the unknown turned to hatred in the click of a sigh ducking the scoma From Letras Mania