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Leak from my wounds...
Oliver Svensson.
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Rain
I float on an ocean of alcohol
No rain will bother me
Pretend that I never existed
The memory is dim
Your mother is conflicted
In the flutters of the end of outer rim
I'll pretend I was aborted
I'll never let myself live
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