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I would like to set fire to my clocks, But time will keep turning, No matter the burning. I’ve been missing all my friends, Walking myself into dead ends, Wondering the things they’ll see without me, What I would give to feel free, For once in my life. Gnawing teeth at my stomach, The ache, the ache, the ache, As we break, we break, we break.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
Aching
I would like to set fire to my clocks, But time will keep turning, No matter the burning. I’ve been missing all my friends, Walking myself into dead ends, Wondering the things they’ll see without me, What I would give to feel free, For once in my life. Gnawing teeth at my stomach, The ache, the ache, the ache, As we break, we break, we break.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
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