The streets of Fandom, Tuesday afternoon

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Echoing out from a back alleyway came the sounds of a tortured soul in pain. And accompanying the singing was the even more painful sound of a dog howling mournfully.

I know your life is empty
And you hate to face this world alone
So you're searching for an angel
Someone who can make you whole
I can not save you
I can't even save myself
So just save yourself

I know that you've been damaged
Your soul has suffered such abuse
But I am not your savior
I am just as fucked as you
I am just as fucked as you
I can not save you
I can't even save myself
So just save yourself

Please don't take pity on me
Please don't take pity on me
Please don't take pity on me
Please don't take pity on me

Leon looked around warily, hoping that he hadn't attracted any loyalists. "Sometimes I hate this island."

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