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Well this is the spot where you'd bury me six feet down and lay a stone. And these are the woods where you'd walk sometimes to think all on your own And this is the box where you'd keep your ring that you could not bear to wear and this is the spot where I lost my footing right there... I almost died, and nobody knows I almost made a break right there for the last coast. I almost died, and nobody knows.
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
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Well this is the spot where you'd bury me six feet down and lay a stone. And these are the woods where you'd walk sometimes to think all on your own And this is the box where you'd keep your ring that you could not bear to wear and this is the spot where I lost my footing right there... I almost died, and nobody knows I almost made a break right there for the last coast. I almost died, and nobody knows.
ryan-bueler
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
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