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   We talk about the time before and we live in the time after but there is not much that grows there anymore Because nothing ever grew, but sometimes
   We talk about the time before and we live in the time after but there is not much that grows there anymore Because nothing ever grew, but sometimes
I sat up at night thinking what I needed Thinking about what I had lost, thinking about if I was lost Night sweats, Night terrors, Nights up, all night I was up, all fucking night
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