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STUCK???

This fire is gonna carry me 
Or it's gonna bury me
Caught in a tug of war
Between being rich or poor
The love I thought saved me
In the end depraved me
Feeling forlorn
My intent was to mourn
I can see the stars and I can see the ashes 
Drenched and covered in a light that gases

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