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Falling Out Of Place

God knows where

Guess it’s only fair

To take me apart

From the bottom up

.

If you’re too bored

To even say goodbye

Then the door’s ajar

There’s no time to lie

.

We left the old days

For a stubborn haze

A feverish fantasy

Some call it insanity

.

Feel the rush collide

With nothing more

Please wipe your blood

Off the bathroom floor

.

Don’t leave a message

It’s really rude to stare

I’ll be here, and you’ll be

Fucking god knows where.

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