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Don't Wake Me Up


You were sick, I was just 

The online doctor

Guessing explications

I tried to help,

But can’t really do anything

At all

So smother me in sex

Cut me with the edge of the

Sunset horizon,

So we don’t have to

Think about

Tomorrow.

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