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the year
he year dried my lips
and sucked the gin out of my mouth yeah it was quite an awful year and i can't only let it out is this really what it should be damn the unexploided. could we? if anything's the better no i try to let this letter go dear aliah, and you know i truly mean what i write to you i've seen you start to open up to me you start to slowly let it be a romance bloody afterglow cause patiently i don't think so don't touch me, leave don't judge me please don't touch me, leave don't judge me please so do you get the gist of it? do we see what it means while satan's wary fist smashes our lifes to smithereens the year fried my ribs and sucked the gin out of my mouth yeah it's been quite an awful year and i can't only let it out |
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