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Ashes, Ashes

At the sound pierces through your lungs
You'll see roses blossom in the cold front
Ashes, ashes we all fall down

Where is the coast guard
This light is way too bright and why is my family here
All I remember is this heating feeling all around
It was suffocation at it's best

Can it rain now let the rain fall please
Ashes, ashes we all fall down

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