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Snow
Theres Whiskey. In The Glass That We Stole. From The Upstairs Pub. And I Filled It Up. Of The Bottle. That Your Father Bought Me. Every Year As A Gift. Every Year For Three. And I Keep On Asking Mysel
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Never Was
Im Owed More Than Just By After A Funeral. Thats So Fucked Up To Do. I Just Find It So Unusual. And Id Never Do That To You. I Spent So Many Nights Just Wondering. Where That Was Coming From. All My W