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Hey there,
I know it‘s hard to feel,
like I don‘t care at all.
Where you are
and how you feel,
with these lights off
as these wheels
keep rolling on and on
(and on and on and on)
Slow things down
or speed them up,
not enough
or way too much.
How are you when I‘m gone?
And I can‘t make it on my own
because my heart is in Ohio
So cut my wrists and black my eyes
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