I went to her house, she had relics everywhere
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From her line she said to him, things she couldn't share
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Said that she had died before, i couldn't quite believe her
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She always seem concerned about how i would percieve her
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She held onto her memories
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She had a fruited seed
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She always seemed corruptible
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Her house was always clean
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She used to walk with confidence, style, down and empty street
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Now she just walks quickly, staring at her feet.
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Then I saw her yesterday
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She still seemed really proud
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Her eyes were red her brain was dead
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She was talking really loud
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She caught a look at me with the corner of her eye
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I left town in a submarine
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Before I made her cry
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Her
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