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May 2015
The arguments sound like a carnival
So many different games all being played
Oh i recognize that sound
That was the sound of old things rearing up
Oh that one made me cringe
That was the sound of something irrelevant
That one froze my blood
That was the sound of a heart breaking
But why...why does that one hurt me?
No, no, no, I haven't had my heart broken
I grew past that phase
Of course, of course, I must be having some sort stomach flu
I'm past those days after all
Now if you excuse me
I just thought of a new piece I'd like to write
Blue Flask
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   joel hansen
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