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You have to be dead to be alive
And my own dead I did survive
In the fall in the class
I left and I did not come back
Although something did remain
A vestige of the pain
To grow and fester wounds for years
I built a monument to tears
Til you tore my hunger down
When we both agreed to drown
To break the games and fuck the Lord
Do I have your word
Cause you have mine, a two for two
I don’t trust them, but I trust you

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