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Jan 2018
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I will continue to live each day
Talking to myself telling little lies
And I will die out when I'm gone
Leaving a big nothing behind

It will be as though I never was
Turning my back
To my disappearing footsteps
And an evaporating essence

Only, there is no heaven
And the truth is
There never was
"Do you feel it shading out the dose?
In the ceiling when I am all alone....
Heavy water shaking on your bones
Under blankets sinking like a stone"
THE Apache Tomcat
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THE Apache Tomcat  A clothing store
(A clothing store)   
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   Bobby Copeland and Carina
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