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It reminds you of one’s trap cranking out music. Lyrics stories of our urban community underlined with sex and drugs. Those who flock there are ones who cloak to darkness everlasting party. A place were tortured souls go seeking some form of relie
I think you and me could make it But I'm not sure if our hearts can take it So i'm in the studio writing my feelings down Trying not to drown In my emotions
Cupid's never been mistaken  Until now Our love is forsaken Think we should take our final bows These curtains won't be drawn again
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