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broken city sidewalks and a name that cant repeat i see you there when im standing here as the planes crash to your feet the softness of purple tidings bring water away from the shore but no one can imagine it here when your family's here no more for all thats been donbe this is all i want to do when you're floating in the river and strattling the banks tomorrow is for nothing nothing is tomorrow
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