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Tungsten Memories Break Hearts

Every time I try to get around you I end up strangled in lies of tungsten memories. You're like the seal I can't break, The song I can't take, The bonds I long to make. You stole the ground from underneath my feet, And the heart that kept them standing. What kind of a gift would a heart be if it's not beating? Who else am I supposed to give it to? Who would accept it?

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