My hands grow numb, they cannot feel. My eyes grow dim, can't tell what's real. My senses die, now what's the deal. All I can smell is hate and fear.
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My hands grow numb, they cannot feel. My eyes grow dim, can't tell what's real. My senses die, now what's the deal. All I can smell is hate and fear.
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