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| The dog dish is broken You�re only far too late Stop saying what your mother told you, Because I lied this day And as the car passes within touch of a tear You saw your hero burning You only crave you could too Just wanting to open this busted, blue jar I know it�s not ready, but back down now little child You don�t have your mother�s eyes But the leaves are falling, and lightning has crashed You�re in the middle, and we�re all in a rush Look past the raging leaves Stop glancing, begin looking Slow down there child You�re only far too late She peeked back in disappointment, But you only wanted that picture. |
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