The contract of black halos. Go, run your mouth,
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your open mouth. Run your open mouth. Close your open mouth.
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"Long live the falling love."
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Sun blacks out, sky blacks out.
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Don't plan on standing under the falling sky.
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It's so pointless to fall. Blease believe what you see,
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and what you hear, and not what you love.
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Your names are indications
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in red blood and
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I'm choking on my tongue.
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Absentimental: Street Clam
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| Norma Jean |
