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Started with a whistling train
Discared bottles of cheap champagne
Wanted warmth, but the wind's
got nothing in store. It brings nobody close.
But, every breath she takes in is a cloud of smoke.
And all she's got to do is say when...
Scar-hearted from the years that've torn
every layer of love. Come on, get this while
it's culled.
See you around next year. When the next winter
drags in something new to fear. And reason is a bottle of booze.
Hey, say what you will. I ain't that ashamed. This ain't news.
City, I give you back.
Take it all, it's yours.
The sights and the sounds, drab clowns without parade.
I don't need it, and I've got my own face to paint.
Murder, well that's just my game.
So, killer is what you call me. It's all the same, I guess.
I'd just rather have a name.

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