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Lying on the floor My hands wrapped around my throat Face rapidly red Tears flowing a watery blue Heart is nonstop pacing Sickened of you I don't know what it is I'm trying to do 
Let's get married. We'll live forever. Everything will be perfect, and they'll never find the bodies, Skeletons in our closet; in our crawlspace.   The music is up until 2:00 AM, but what are they going to do?
  oh sweet soul so young so naive full of sweet in betweens no ups nor downs flowing like a valley stream your river your heart spreads through dreams soft stones skip skimming
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