I feel my wrist grabbed amidst the sound of popcorn gunfire
Dragged, my arm is stretched so far it's about to come out of its socket
The terrain and broken glass scrape me as He pulls me along
Helpless and painful, pitiful
At least I'm going somewhere
Dragged, my arm is stretched so far it's about to come out of its socket
The terrain and broken glass scrape me as He pulls me along
Helpless and painful, pitiful
At least I'm going somewhere
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