Notes
[it is too rough, too rude, and it pricks like a thorn.]
for teenage souls in civil war; for youth in its fiery barefoot glory; for love that leaves bodies in its wake; for blood on the concrete on the hottest day of the year.
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prologue: track 1
act 1:
tracks 2-5
act 2:
tracks 6-9
act 3:
tracks 10-13
act 4:
tracks 14-17
act 5:
tracks 18-21
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