There was a bright light, but it was an off-white upside down memory. I'm caught in a landslide, I'm caught in a joyride as my blood begins to thin. You say it's a fact, you say it's a feeling to stab in my back. So long, sorry, it makes me cry, it makes me sad. So wrong, so rare, but I don't feel, and you're not there, and I don't want you back.
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