Nghệ thuật AI: Out on the streets, I'm stalking the night I can hear my heavy breathing Paid for the kill, but it doesn't seem right Something there I can believe in Voices are calling from inside my head I can hear them, I can hear them Vanishing memories of things that were said They can't try to hurt me now

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Paramili Weiler

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Out on the streets, I'm stalking the night I can hear my heavy breathing Paid for the kill, but it doesn't seem right Something there I can believe in Voices are calling from inside my head I can hear them, I can hear them Vanishing memories of things that were said They can't try to hurt me now
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Out on the streets, I'm stalking the night I can hear my heavy breathing Paid for the kill, but it doesn't seem right Something there I can believe in Voices are calling from inside my head I can hear them, I can hear them Vanishing memories of things that were said They can't try to hurt me now

#Out on the streets

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