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i followed you outside
and smoked what i had
and drank some wine

you touched my arm and said
something like
"i wish you were dead"

i should have grabbed you then
and told you i don't care
i felt it once again
and i could be anywhere

sat on the cold tiles
a lock on the door
the moon on the rise

i toyed with an old idea
of popular song
and of facing fear

you could have had the end
of a million kids
coz you don't need a friend
i wish that you were dead

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