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Heaven, vicodin angel, eyeless,
Mold into tailored mattress, eyes adjust and find silhouette chasing static, I wish for the sun to quiet it's ache to burn,
Follow the woodwork with opioid fingertips, never stop dreaming, I hear only the vent screaming winter...
Follow the woodwork with opioid fingertips, never stop dreaming, I hear only the vent screaming winter...
