empty wall shadows in the halls ghosts in the window
chills in the home, though you left the candle burning wolves scratching at the back door
goodbyes written in a letter, taped to the table: nothing has gotten better, nothing is getting better
chad: past the point of painting bravely pushing payments that i don't have from my bank account it can't be so bad, each according to the rule you never underestimated the superflous zeus and leda with the swan making due so often on the back wall hiding behind neptune "what is that"? you could never strike a deal as heavy as his him when the plan is bobbed and rich topped i wish it was mine and I wish I had the same dimes as he had well always thought he'd cock it up but if nothing will we'll lock it up but he did it right, he locked it up I can't even touch it now And I don't know what to do with these bones, bones, bones I never had my heart, is hell a song? //
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