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Casket Lottery The Composing Myself A Lullaby

Last night you fell asleep and left me awake to dream. One guitar in the corner I could hear the buzz of the strings. The heater was broken, and it was

s still worth singing and i lost my mind thinking about the rest of our lives even if its just in my head i can still scream even if its four a.m. i can