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“Toward the Flame” —

We drove
Away from disaster
I told, you
The flames were getting faster
But now, I have to go back
I have to walk between the stacks
This disaster is different, it seems
Benzene’s the one killing me
And I’m so sorry, that
I can’t be there for you, for me
This isn’t how it’s meant to be
This isn’t how it’s meant to be


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