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This night. Walk the dead. In a solitary style and
crash the cemetery gates. In the dress your
husband hates. Way down mark the grave. Where
the searchlights find us drinking by the Mausoleum
door. And they found you on the bathroom floor.
I miss you so far. And the collision of your kiss
that made it so hard. Back home. Off the run.
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists. It
isn't that much fun. Staring down a loaded gun. So
I won't stop dying. Won't stop lying. If you want
I'll keep on crying. Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for? I miss you.
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