what if it didn't come back
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this is how the hard one takes it.
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puts her arms around his neck,
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and squeezes gently as if to break it.
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she's gonna miss everything about it,
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but what's best in her is the bottom has stopped.
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then again what's worse get's better
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to messing with what, substantial, dropped.
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crazy woman misleads by staring
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blankly at the wall above you.
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never in a hundred times will she try to pretend
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to love you all week always
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you or she must convert or hide time
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from one to the other and into another
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at the ? ground ?
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her coldness commands anything further.
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there's a black cloud having made it go so.
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so you hooked (?) her on the arm.
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ripped her shoulders and split her back
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and push her quietly forward.
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? stuff ? your thumb in it, you,
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so scream and groan and I'll scream too
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No Such As What I Want
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Will Oldham |