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Wake up to my screaming, baby you only wish that you could see all the deadly repercussions of this dream leave it to me to get caught up i only

This year, i fear that i'll be swept away, gone from here you see my plea for this sunken diplomacy i miss those talks and fights that kept us up all

I see you wasting away outside in the cold january always brings me to chills the thrills, and white scattered pills on the floor i think i've had

I'm choking myself to sleep just trying to figure out the words of the puzzle you left up stairs along with all your underwear lost in a game of