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Thursday, November 12, 2009



there are things above my head
there are crumbs in my bed
but it's not you, it's not you
don't know what i'm gonna do with you
anymore
i could walk into the lake
i could lie and i could fake
but there's no you, there's no you
don't know what i'm gonna do with you
anymore

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