My left hand

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I’d never cut my left hand off during the day and get back on my bike and turn pail and frail in fright but that’s what I do at night

I’d never send bullets at friends during the day in jest not in spite in game more than fight but that’s what I do at night

I’d never take life to the grave during the day and drop to the end face death and his breath yet make it seem trite but that’s what I do at night

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