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'Cause I'm Dead

Sing me something soft,
sing me something ugly.

Time is New York’s skyline
as outside turns to something dark blue.

We’re in a war all the time
looking for an abstract the flying messengers called peace.

This is what living like this does,
so I’m happy I went looking for angels.





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