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Feb 2018
Here I lay. Wishing I could hear your voice one last time. Here I lay hinding from the world so no one can see the pain. Here I lay tears filled my eyes like Lake Michigan on a summer day. Here I lay in my jail cell, trying to cope with the pain but baby girl I don't do no drugs so there's no way to cope with the pain. Here I lay thinking about my dreams then a voice in my head says to me "you'll never be the guy that you dream to be.  So here I lay wide a wake at night talking to the demons cause they are the only ones who listens to me.
Written by
Brandan Tallon
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   Lior Gavra and Andrew Ewen
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