.The dreams still come and go
Lying wounded on a beach
With shrapnel in my leg
My only weapon is a knife
And there is this golden fluid
A bag full of tiny bottles
It is a promise for relief
The key for my survival
So I feel, yes I feel the need
To lock myself up in .
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