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Once, I was dug up, I was sinking, I was longing to be saved. I lapped up to the bay bar and I saw her bobbing like a wave and I slowed down. |
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Just six months this summer since I've known her that she's been away. And sometimes I still answer to the gone ghosts that only suckers make. Slow down and hold on. Hold on. |
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Even my hereos are almost gone, almost folding from the flame, but how low can your fuse glow and warm you until your torch begins to fade? |
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I dreamed of a couple dancing close and drunk in the spary of lights they made. And once I was dug up, I was sinking, but now I'm longing to be saved. |
