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My family I no longer know At self-destruction I have become the pro I am at the lowest of lows I am the Farrow The black crow My phone does not ring with a hello Never been invited to the summer chateau That still exists from long ago I have  no mansion in escrow I do not suffer from tennis elbow   The money I borrow I owe I am at my lowest of lows I am alone No one to call my own So many I have known But yet here I am alone Many relationships I have blown Weddings at the alter postponed Maybe because of my tone Which I do not condone Now all I know It is real My fate Is going to be to die Alone
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
Alone
My family I no longer know At self-destruction I have become the pro I am at the lowest of lows I am the Farrow The black crow My phone does not ring with a hello Never been invited to the summer chateau That still exists from long ago I have  no mansion in escrow I do not suffer from tennis elbow   The money I borrow I owe I am at my lowest of lows I am alone No one to call my own So many I have known But yet here I am alone Many relationships I have blown Weddings at the alter postponed Maybe because of my tone Which I do not condone Now all I know It is real My fate Is going to be to die Alone
#fittingforthethingsthatihavedone
mark-tilford
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
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