Peppermint candy, The Heart of a Broken Story. I can hear the radio, really. You say: "May I have this dance?" And I won't die so I won't forget. Mourning morning, I'm trying to keep from sleeping. I hope you're done keeping on dying. Greys lose line into air, crosses your heart. There are no miles speculated to trace a line around your heart, to trace a line around you. I hope you're done keeping on dying.
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