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Chose


She said she soul her soul to the devil I assume it was all for the better but did they know they wasn't even together. We belonged to the high, far across the dull skies, can we get a hit and a goodbye. She don't belong in the program, the naives only thought of a better I, not we. What a lovely girl in a lovely world. She don't deserve the thrill upon the dark hills, the guilt that lives with her from her unspoken words, oh what a misery designated road, that she chose. 

 

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