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on the 14th you stole what hasn't grown old

in denial, file this under a bridge that he can't leave

will those shadows glare from that blank- rimmed stare in a vacancy hush

anque me dejaste ahogando en el mar aquestete in la tierra, de la realidad of tusueno

manos me recuerdo solamente a ti te odio yo ya me voy

and the storyville sawbones couldn't tell

the prescription to mend all the broken wills in the white lie wards - don't you pretend

tangled in thorns to walk unborn

and the debt will collect