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We used to say goodbye like it was a ritual Then it became tradition And as we found ourselves in future generations of our self we can't remember the last time We tread on broken water the spout in her neck running dry No more, no more goodbye
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Remodeling
We used to say goodbye like it was a ritual Then it became tradition And as we found ourselves in future generations of our self we can't remember the last time We tread on broken water the spout in her neck running dry No more, no more goodbye
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