Timmy died last night
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a freak car accident
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never saw the pole that he hit
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had no premonition
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but what's the saddest
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is the note he left unsent
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Briana dear I love you
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oh this note it said
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for two long years
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Timmy had never found the words
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just a blank stare at her face
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when she would ask the question
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and now for her
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that message goes unheard
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just a stamp between her
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and the truth
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The little things
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sometimes they're worth so much more
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than what they seem
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sometimes they're all that matters
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Briana cried all night
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her one true love was dead
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and while she thought
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he loved her back
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she'd never heard him say it
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so later on she put a gun
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against her head
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blew her brains out
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found a place where
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Tim could love her there
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found on the morning
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after Tim was found it seemed
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such a sad story of broken hearts
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was never written
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if only tim had stamped
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and mailed his note you see
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Briana could have lived another day
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Story Of A Stamp (S.O.S.)
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| Unsung Zeros |
