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Severed heads rolling up and down a scenic highway.
Rotted flesh in the median.
You were in this dream I had.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
Burning rags keep us warm and make your skin look lovely.
But underneath, we're still soaking wet.
You were in this dream I had.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
I don't want to sleep.
I don't want to sleep.
I don't want to sleep.
I don't want to sleep.
You were in this dream I had.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
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