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he wakes up with fresh blood on his hands and runs straight into the daylight to put distance between himself and what he's done. but the streets are empty, nobody is chasing him, and every direction leads right back to his own bathroom mirror. standing under the shower, watching the red-tainted water circle down the drain, he's stuck in a cold cycle of panic, blood, and doing it all over again.
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00:06I know, all the trouble I had on occasion
00:19I could, come on to your place, babe
00:25It's too late
00:30I could make you hold on strong
00:34And make you feel like a thunderstorm
00:37And these songs fly in my head
00:40And I can't do it again
00:43Yeah, I could, come on to your place, babe
00:58And I can't do it again
01:03And I can't do it again
01:18Tonight is the only time I can make you
01:24I could, come on to your place, babe
01:41I can't do it again
01:43I can't do it again
01:44I can't do it again
01:53I can't do it again
02:03I can't do it again

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