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Last Rites
My Words Are Tired My Feet Are Sore. Yet I Keep On Talking. Im Walking More And More. My Eyes Are Closing My Ears Are Full. Colors Never Been Brighter. And Music Never Dulls. But If Speak You Must Let
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The Swell
Thr Swell. Play On The 5Th Fret. I Could Catch You In A Heartbeat. But I Let It All Play Out. Words Become The Tool. And The Loser Tends To Shout. This Roomvery High Ceilings. Would The Roof Ever Give