Around the bed frame hollow cans
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and rings from coffee cups line the pages on the desk
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monday spent mourning the sun
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while taste still lingers from something lost along the way
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and you're the worst
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at what you love the best
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and up till now:
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an experiment
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around the staircase pools of dried blood
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singing you to sleep
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the dishes will know to do themselves
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I can't remember places but I do recall the name
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of something lost along the way
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and we used to know where we all would go when where gone
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and whispers of doubt that escaped our mouth carried home
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and as the night kept our parents in bed we burned new york to the ground
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and we used to know where we all would go when were gone
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Elephant & Castle
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| Age of Rockets |
