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Jul 2010
Your body is the capitol of our state
I'll meet you there, or at least what's left of it
I look into your eyes, you're not letting me through the gate

I can't manage this entire place
You have to lift your face
Emerge from the sheets
It's not home without me
Written by
Paige Ashley
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