Wash

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Was he there, did he demonstrate
His lies, all of the time Does it ever stop, is it an endless trian Did his eyes look black, but are yours the same Do you ever escape, even in your dreams Try to count the sheep but the fields empty
You sit all alone with a bottle in your hand The drink will be the rubber erasing your past But memories are different You can forget them for a while But when you come around in the morning
They will be right back by your side
Theres something you should know before you pull back t
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