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May 2015
His voice is music to my ears
Without it the silence is deafening
And when the music stops there's nothing to keep me here
No one to untie the rope around my neck
No one to blow out the flame
No one to take the blade away
Cause to everyone else it's all the same
Whether you die tonight or live the next day
Tessa Garcia
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