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so hear its your last chance to apologies for all the things i´ve done wrong and all these walks i walked alone and all these terrifying nights i spent alot and you know that if i had it all, every breath of your whispers good night, i would trade it all for the wind to sting our blood shot eyes and sweep us off our tired feet and spins us around so we can see if we´re just walking circles it gets cold on the shore and i´m not sure it gets much better where we are going so buckle up lock your door because here on out i´m driving and i´ve got the radio tuned to the last stationg you cried to well baby it gets warm tonight thats when you say we´ll bury the hatchet now well theres a soft spot in my spine with your first through these walks and your bones through flesh take a look at the mess we made
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