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Houston, I have a broken heart.

To have the world in your hand, and then to drop it. A million bucks on your person. Falling out of your pocket. The pilot of a plane. Jumping out of the cockpit. Watching you leave. And knowing I can't stop it. Remembering the days, and nothing will top it. The door closes in my face. And then you locked it. Now I can't breathe, please baby stop it. Chased too hard, the trail, I lost it. Being thrown from the stage and into the mosh pit. I miss you so much. My heart,you just stopped it.
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Dec 15, 2015
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