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withering
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2019-10-13
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I love it when your eyes
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are lost in the city lights
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unaware of my impending demise
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just driving along on another sparkling night
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just another day in paradise
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where sloth somehow isn't a vice
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and the days pass by faster than I can count
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hours pass without a single sound
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no more time to lose
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as I grieve alone in my room
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who am I? do you know
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or did it all wash away in the snow
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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