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If I'm not here tomorrow don't feel sorrow just carry on until the rise of the Sun on the morrow tomorrow isn't promised to anybody everyday in Chicago you hear about another dead body chalk in the street the whole family meets at the funeral home a parent burying a child they may have raised all alone It's like we try to raise kings without thrones or queens with overactive hormones our children spend more time alone while their parents are away drinking death into a city it's like we constantly create our own committees of death and demons I mean this
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Death City
If I'm not here tomorrow don't feel sorrow just carry on until the rise of the Sun on the morrow tomorrow isn't promised to anybody everyday in Chicago you hear about another dead body chalk in the street the whole family meets at the funeral home a parent burying a child they may have raised all alone It's like we try to raise kings without thrones or queens with overactive hormones our children spend more time alone while their parents are away drinking death into a city it's like we constantly create our own committees of death and demons I mean this
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
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