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Oct 2011
We never found Rio after that party on the beach
We thought she just ran off with some rich man
Then two weeks later her body washed up on the shore
But to this day you can still see her footprints in the sand

Hey Rio, I miss your haggard heart
Like on the summer days when we tied that wolf's heart to a kite string
And drug it all through the dirt

We got wasted and danced, danced, danced to the radio
I held on so tight 'till your palms were raw
And through all that blood and sweat and smiles
We spent those summer days in vagabond bourgeois

Hey Rio, I miss your tear-jerking yearning
Like the summer days when your voice echoed through the hallways
And tore down the walls I built around me
You tore down the walls I built around me
Joseph C
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