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Bright Eyes: An Attempt to Tip the Scales
Did yoCu expect it all tEmo stop at thFe wave of youGr hand'
Like thCe sun is just going tEmo drop if it'Fs night yoGu demand.
Well, iCn the dark we are jusEmt air so theF house migGht dissolve. But oncCe we are gone, who isEm gonna care if we were eFver here atG all'
FWell, summer is going to come and it's gonnGa cloud our eyes againEm.
There is not need to focus
when there iFs nothing that it wortGh seeing.
So we tCrade liquor for bloodEm in an Fattempt toG tip the scales. I thinkC you lost what you loEmved in thaFt mess of Gdetails.
They seCemed so important at Emthe time but noFw you can'Gt even recall any of Cthe names, faces, or Emlines. It is Fmore the fGeeling of it all.
FWell, winter is going to end and I'm going to Gclean these veins agaiEmn. So close to dying that I finallFy can start Gliving.
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