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Apr 2016
He has a crooked smile
And the brow of an old soul.
He used to cut and smoke a lot
In his grace it's taken it's toll.
But he doesn't have to cry no more
He's found his weight in gold,
She knows his past and holds his heart
Her love now makes him whole.
Lachrymose and Lies
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Lachrymose and Lies  In a tormented mind
(In a tormented mind)   
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