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Aren't you proud now I've swallowed all my pride so you could say I was full of it It tastes like whiskey or wine I want more of it, but music no longer moves me and their words float through scratching an itch that just isn't Hello, can you hear me, my dearest echo chamber The game was fun, but the rules, the rules I no longer remember She's here with the longest stare tapping at the glass without a care For a second I would of sworn since getting old I was still alive
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Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
A very strange time
Aren't you proud now I've swallowed all my pride so you could say I was full of it It tastes like whiskey or wine I want more of it, but music no longer moves me and their words float through scratching an itch that just isn't Hello, can you hear me, my dearest echo chamber The game was fun, but the rules, the rules I no longer remember She's here with the longest stare tapping at the glass without a care For a second I would of sworn since getting old I was still alive
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Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
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