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I hold an image of the girl
As a cigarette on my chest
I wrote a poem described her world
That put our friendship to the
And late at night on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the
What's with this picture?
What's with this picture?

Farewell, the girl
snowflake
Beware this troubled
out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open
To centerfloors
You we miss her
We miss her

Sometimes faded

For of growing old
Sometimes faded

For fear of old

Farewell the girl
Angelic
Beware this world
Control your
Goodbye to open
and furthermore
You we miss her
We her picture

Sometimes it's

For fear of old
Sometimes it's

For of growing old

on
we try
It's
on
we try
It's

Sometimes it's

For of growing old
Sometimes faded

For fear of old

Can't growing old
Can't growing old
stop growing old
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