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Fighting for a chance
Just wanting to see you
If the water burns
Take your hands out
If I needed you
I would ask
But the enemy needed me first
I walked to the corner-store
Cigarette in hand
Blood on the back of your hands
You needed help
Blessings to you
But I’m gone.