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Jan 2011
the busted eyes too scared to look
the fear of what will be seen

(the death that is here)

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we are slowly goin

down
down
down

flimsy high school love

wont save the world

(no matter "how sincere")

the naked dance
(virtueless)

the naked hearts
of those who climb the hill

will

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will it be you by my side?

(surely surely surely)

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heal and be healed
heal and be healed
heal and be healed
Written by
jeffrey robin
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