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Written January, 4th 2005
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how longs it been since you've been dead and do you still not believe in heaven do you still chase
dragons all through the night when you turn off the stars does it make it feel alright and did you find
god in the end? and did you stab him like you said you would.. and.. am
i still breaking your heart.. breaking.. your.. heart.. cause, i'm still falling apart.. falling.. apart..
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and the skeletons in my heart still search for crumbs...
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