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Hey Lindsay, Do You Ever Think About Heavy Stuff?

We're alone.

Really and truly.

Hey Lindsay, does this stuff make you woozy?

Don't trust anyone,

Trust me.

Look out for number one.

 

Pretending helps.

But you gotta be good at it.

I can fake with the best of anyone.

Hey Lindsay the ceiling is crying, look at it.

 

Remember,

No one can break your heart

If you bury it in the backyard.

And if they start digging,

Drop out.

Hey Lindsay, I think I might blackout.

 

You might get cold.

Sometimes I think I froze.

I can't feel anything these days.

Hey Lindsay, so it goes.

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Dec 6, 2012
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