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I saw your house the other day And someone told me Do you know That some of the richest People live there And I remember Your bruises That bloomed on Your skin When your dad was in town Or the way your Mom Came home late some nights Wearing perfume (To get groceries) And how no one Spoke of your older brother But you always put flowers On his grave And I think Some people are so poor All they have is money I hope you have more than that
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 11:11 PM UTC
Riding by your house
I saw your house the other day And someone told me Do you know That some of the richest People live there And I remember Your bruises That bloomed on Your skin When your dad was in town Or the way your Mom Came home late some nights Wearing perfume (To get groceries) And how no one Spoke of your older brother But you always put flowers On his grave And I think Some people are so poor All they have is money I hope you have more than that
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 11:11 PM UTC
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