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Jul 2012
the song on her phone sings me out of last night and off our bed
I'm only rising
not waking from a terrible dream like I wish

be weak be strong decide lead love allow
be nice be a monster
but I let her walk on me

run over me
take the last ember
open my arteries like a paper

I'm working on a headache that
should last a lifetime
while sugar falls and burns
Mike Arms
Written by
Mike Arms  Detroit
(Detroit)   
511
   --- and Gary Gibbens
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