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Apr 2014
I was up all night crying again
And it isn't the pain in my chest that bothers me
It's the fact that I'm so used to tasting my own tears
that i could recognize them in an ocean
lemon
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lemon  somewhere in the midwest
(somewhere in the midwest)   
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