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Our love was a trick candle on a birthday cake The flame dwindling down right before catching fire just ONE more time–or so we thought We’ve circled this block too many times, when will we learn our lesson? Maybe we’re trying too hard to keep the fire going Our timeclock is blaring zeroes but we won’t get off the field Our expiration has passed and the mold is not hiding from us any longer I guess, this is goodbye
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
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Our love was a trick candle on a birthday cake The flame dwindling down right before catching fire just ONE more time–or so we thought We’ve circled this block too many times, when will we learn our lesson? Maybe we’re trying too hard to keep the fire going Our timeclock is blaring zeroes but we won’t get off the field Our expiration has passed and the mold is not hiding from us any longer I guess, this is goodbye
rachcamille
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
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