..Don't answer the phone, because you know it's me, returning your slow heart beat, cut the chord it's over now, because i can't be alone... ...at summers end ill think about spring and ill still feel the rain, the flowers are dead, and it's been to months, i still remeber your name. all the knives i've had, all the times i've had, they're all
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