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Dec 2019
We thought we could have it all
But we never could quite breach the wall
I told you I loved you
You responded with the same
Please Lord I don’t want this to be yet another game

Both sides of the king-size occupied
But so far over it might as well be apartheid
Promises made
That won’t be kept
We each convinced the other that we actually slept

Just burn the fall
Just burn it all

You came on the scene in that skin tight frock
But hidden underneath was an encrypted lock
I don’t want to be alone
We just gotta wake up
Please Lord just let me wake up

Tonight the sky’s on fire
And I’m in the backyard making a pyre
There’s liquor in my cup
With the hole in the bottom
Watching the leaves blow by in the chilled air of autumn

Just burn the fall
Just burn it all
Written by
The Half-Blood Prince  24/M/Alberta Canada
(24/M/Alberta Canada)   
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       Traveler, ---, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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