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Oct 2014
Beat one beat two
My eyes look into you
Beat three beat four
Your walking out the door
Beat five beat six
The blood leaks out of my skin
Beat seven beat eight
Oh no it's too late
The beat of your heart matching mine
Has turned into a flat line
Written by
Maris Jayne Weathers  Elgin, IL
(Elgin, IL)   
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