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Now drinking: lemonade.
Now wanting: The huge bottle of water that's on the dining room table. I think I'm going to go get it.
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We arrived here from different spaces
Bidding the wooden shrines farewell
Concealed within dead lips lies the rope
That forged us and then tore us to shreds
Distant opposite assembly at the shores
They're telling me it's time to let go.
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