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Going, going but not gone
I think it’s finally my time
I’m fading to the back of the line
there’s not much left inside my mind
just sit still and watch me go
As far as I can’t think
I’m damaged, my kinks
try to fix them, I won’t stop you
do what you want, I’m lost without you
I thought you’d make me feel better
now I ache and it’s not the weather
you said that feeling was beneficia...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 4:26 am
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