"Generally I don't speak ill of the dead, however, I
Up on the rocks above the falling water it comes
If you ignore your heart things will fall apart
Your cache
Cut from the cloth, and cut quite severely
Is this my
You arrive with empty duffel bags, hungry eyed
You looked
One,
everybody clear your mind and take a breath
Two,
everybody wipe your
You've lost control
The difference is on your head
Keep what you
Pushed against the wall
Ruins wastage refuse trifle debris
It
Went out route seven, stopped at samadi sweets
it's all downhill
You better see someone about that hole in your heart
It
Went out last night streets were empty no cars no
Balance sane a body on the groundseems harder to do
True even doesn't mean the same as equaldoesn't even mean
On the face of it On the face of itthere
Look at all of this that surrounds hope is that
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