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Jul 27, 2010 00:37

Asked to stay around
Her broken balloons
Were the color of a widow's teeth
And my find means nothing to me now
Her broken balloons
Were the color of a widow's teeth

She went out back
To make a late arrest
But before she left I would never need medicine

Mixing what breaks with what doesn't
Made the land a wreck.
But before she left I would never need medicine.

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