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He wrapped his finger around the trigger and he pulled the pin to palm. Then the vultures began to circle. Perched atop the roof top garden, by the desk the gun is left smoking. One last time we'll feel just fine and we'll wash it all away.

There's something i forgot to say. "You're just a faded memory." Talk about just what we lost. It's just a faded memory... you are, you were.

I tattooed every word i ever read on the back of my eyelids. Cut and paste, return to sender. Talk about just what we've lost and talk about just what we've got. Then one last time we'll feel just fine and we'll wash it all away.

Just give me one more frown to wash the medicine down. One last chance above ground today.

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from Bastard Sons of Minneapolis, track released August 22, 2011

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