"and i am a writer, writer of fictions, i am the heart that you call home, and ive written pages, upon pages, trying to rid you from my bones"
-"Engine Driver" by The Decemberists
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'Cause that's all that you'll get so you'll have to accept
You are here then you're gone
But I believe that lovers should be tied together and
Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
and left there to drown
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