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Sep 2016
the first time I felt human,
was in your arms,
don't let it be the last
I'm reaching
I'm reaching
my arms are weak
they're shaking
they're shaking
don't let it be the last
extra lemon, no butter.
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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