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The half-dead poet.
Comfortably numb,
Is the lie I said.
I struggle to breathe,
There's a pain in my head.
There is death in the air,
And blood on my tongue,
A broken lover,
...
Is the lie I said.
I struggle to breathe,
There's a pain in my head.
There is death in the air,
And blood on my tongue,
A broken lover,
...
