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A song, yet to be sung

I can't see you anymore, 'cus you, you burned out my eyes with your cigarettes & that way you look at me. I am just a hook on your foot, & if you ask me to, I will go. If you want me to, I will go. Why are you so afraid to die? It only happens one time & then you're gone, it only happens one time...
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edward-laine
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Aug 9, 2011
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