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It simply ruins my night
Like a knife
Cutting the throat
Cutting off my speaking

Thrilled to run away
Can’t share my story
Got no guts to stay
Got not much to say


Sinners of the night
Trees withering 
It lost his pride

Sinners of the night
Trees withering
I lost my pride


Bones cracking
My spine whispers words
Of pain and loss
Of what I heard

You said you needed space
You needed grace
Feet on the run
You’ll never get me where I belong 


Sinners of the night
Trees withering
I lost my pride

Sinners of the night 
Trees withering
Won’t you be my guide



Sinners

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