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Silence has become the sweetest melody I hear things I cannot reproduce Songs with too much meaning to convey Silence is not golden It's raw Raw like my feet in high heels Raw like your words Raw like a crack of thunder Raw like a cry of remorse Raw Raw Raw I cannot breathe 9/20/13
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
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Silence has become the sweetest melody I hear things I cannot reproduce Songs with too much meaning to convey Silence is not golden It's raw Raw like my feet in high heels Raw like your words Raw like a crack of thunder Raw like a cry of remorse Raw Raw Raw I cannot breathe 9/20/13
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
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