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I'm in a bad way Like a glass without any water in it Hot headed And these bridges look ripe for burning Got a bundle of sticks Couple knives in my back Tiny light of a cigarette Ember lit up in the palm of my hand I want to see this at the bottom of the river Somewhere between Vega and Altair
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Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
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I'm in a bad way Like a glass without any water in it Hot headed And these bridges look ripe for burning Got a bundle of sticks Couple knives in my back Tiny light of a cigarette Ember lit up in the palm of my hand I want to see this at the bottom of the river Somewhere between Vega and Altair
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Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
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