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see the birds flying overhead their off feasting on the dead right about now

you know its a sin

see the leather wrist-wrap on her finger
she's reconnecting with an old BOSE speaker playin'

an old SUBLIME tune

and alll these things just might come back to you if ya try

all these things might let you know if you cry about it honey

my minds like a maze, ive been trying to find the end

its sure been hard without you here with me my friend

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