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Broken PromiseI wait longer and longer to hold a / singing family. / They let me go.

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Oct 9, 2010

I Talk to MyselfI say, / Put the knife back in the drawer. / I say,

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Oct 9, 2010

July 4thI saw your head turned to stone. / You'd only been alive four days. / There is nothing like music for the dead

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Oct 9, 2010

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