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My Something
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All In Love I don't know if you can hear me
OVER THE SHOUTING
of my screaming nerves:
Coward in the yellow shirt,
Broken heart that she deserves.
I left you standing in the tracks
Of my runaway train and heart attacks,
Let you die a wretched death,
So I could have my wretched breath.
My something in the way.
