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Sep 2010
seconds tick like water torture
and it occurs to me i may have misunderstood
misconstrued
mis...miss...missing
always missing out on you
tick tick drip drop drip
in the distance of my mind the trains collide
and i think if i ever get out of here
i want to collide like that with you
messy and hot and shrapnel flying
Written by
andrea bush
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