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Dec 2010
Every single word I say
Will haunt me again someday
Take your fill
I will

All the letters that I write
Will return just out of spite
Like a kid I left at someones door
They'll knock on mine
Be wanting more
Take your fill
I will

Every time I close my eyes
I know they're up there in the skies
Waiting for things to go south
So they can crawl back in my mouth
Take your fill
I will
Max Rutherford
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Max Rutherford
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