Beneath these feet, underneath the thick concrete¡¦
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there used to be a sandy beach, but no one will ever know.
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Flowers used to grow beneath the paving stones.
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Valentine Days. Halloween Nights.
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These are supposed to be the best days of our lives.
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Now we're stuck in the middle. Stuck in the middle.
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Days like weeks, patiently we plot and scheme
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to bring you to your knees with hearts pinned to our sleeves.
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Flowers used to grow beneath the paving stones.
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Valentine Days. Halloween Nights.
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These are supposed to be the best days of our lives.
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Now we're stuck in the middle. Stuck in the middle.
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Dead Flowers Forever
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| The A.K.A.s |
