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died
i am smelling your coat on a cold night
you're sleeping on another's arm
writing those words in an old cardigan
told you'll need me when the time comes
but i've never reached your time zones
birds call me like i need to die
even i can't made up your mind
there's nothing left to say
shed your tears on my grave
come to see me on thursday
you know it's our lucky day
and i know i died that day



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