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Sep 2014
Ill pour my tired soul on your floor to watch you trample over it in your hurried rush to escape through your bedroom door
Because my body is on fire
scorching every memory you have left of this horrific life you've lead
Sky
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Sky  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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