Memory, clothesline Concrete and cockroaches crawl in my mind I finally finished the prayer in my head This small thought was fighting, it had to be said Seaside, holiday at night Crawls out of concrete in artificial light I finally finished the prayer in my head This small thought was fighting, it had to be said Small I never loved you I only got used to you Goodbye
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