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Dec 07, 2004 01:16

you work so long on something, and it all falls apart right before your eyes. when you can't eat or sleep or think about anything else for more than three minutes, you know that it's pretty shitty.

We're standing left in line
I'm looking at ghosts and I can't believe it was that as good as it gets
And were you meant to leave me so freely

I stop to pinch three times
Just to know it's true to know I can feel this
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