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Nov 2013
I was sitting at the bar
When I heard you can die of a broken heart
And I swear the sadness was so bad
That I felt my insides break in half
And I felt that I couldn't breathe
Which made me regret smoking any of these
And I thought, "this is what it is to die, even when you're still alive."
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