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This Is Hell
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The Absentee Ballot
A million candles line these streets Back home, there's just melted wax on the concrete And I recall a heart so pure that it ceased to beat
I haven't said nearly enough But I've already said far too much These are the best and worst things We will ever get, so don't forget
Back home, they curse our names But good or bad we all rot the same
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