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Jan 3
Its one in the morning As I lay here in my bed
Wishing you could just see the thoughts that go through my head
While trying to ignore the fact that I have once again been crying
All because I can feel that whatever we are is dying

There is a heavy weight in my chest
And I'm dreading having to get up in a few hours in order to get dressed.
But I'll say nothing about how I feel
Until we get to share another meal because that was the deal.
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Spear  Other/A place far from here
(Other/A place far from here)   
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   Roger
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