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who has waited for thirty years i counted him dead, but never could stop loving the dead man doing that dead man waltz so now, my dead man come find me some way it's no longer the Seventies you may find me by a half broken/half-built wall if this kind of thing even matters to you come find me by a broken civilization I will be the only puppet left in town When I try to write to you I hear broken Em# ninths Chords &  Wings and all the smashed things You have haunted me to the end End? Nothing is stronger than my need for you Crawling as I might do in search of the one, the You I become a lobster, or worse, I am a Crayfish For Your Love
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
Crayfish
who has waited for thirty years i counted him dead, but never could stop loving the dead man doing that dead man waltz so now, my dead man come find me some way it's no longer the Seventies you may find me by a half broken/half-built wall if this kind of thing even matters to you come find me by a broken civilization I will be the only puppet left in town When I try to write to you I hear broken Em# ninths Chords &  Wings and all the smashed things You have haunted me to the end End? Nothing is stronger than my need for you Crawling as I might do in search of the one, the You I become a lobster, or worse, I am a Crayfish For Your Love
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F/California
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
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