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it called for winter's touch
but maybe not as much
as we got
fly away instead
of what's gone into my head
rolling in the mud
Detective tried blood
the panic spreads out now
but maybe not as far
as it should have
fly away instead
of what's gone into their heads
drinking up the mud
Detective lied in blood
it called for summer's kiss
but maybe it missed
because half of us are dead
people gathered loud
forming a circle around what he bled
the sun will never shine here
soaked up by the mud
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