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Wednesday, August 22, 2018



    Half of every rule that we will break
    A quarter love, a quarter hate
    A half of every lesson
    A third of every scene
    Never mean that much to me

    Rolling on the floor of every hour
    Taking all of that there is to take

    Owning everything there is to own
    A little blood, a little bone
    Shoving everything through every hole
    Is not the way to go

    I know a fool only knows
    He knows enough, enough, oh
    Just blood and bones to spark the heart
    And then when we turn to dust
    And then when we turn to dust
    And then when we turn to dust
    Goodbye, goodbye


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