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The stories I live All seem to end with a giant yellow sign With bold black letters screaming "DEAD END" DEAD END. Dead End. dead end. I'm elbow deep in dust and bones of friends and lovers Who've left me alone It's so ****** up that she doesn't seem to care. In my weakest moments I place my hand on my heart. And even though I feel it beating, My head tells me it's falling apart.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
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The stories I live All seem to end with a giant yellow sign With bold black letters screaming "DEAD END" DEAD END. Dead End. dead end. I'm elbow deep in dust and bones of friends and lovers Who've left me alone It's so ****** up that she doesn't seem to care. In my weakest moments I place my hand on my heart. And even though I feel it beating, My head tells me it's falling apart.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
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