January
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Making plans for a future that won't come at all. All of these angels won't make up for the loss that I've caused. This time I'll run from harm. Remember me? Should have broke your fall. If I could stop the clock, consider me. I'll play your part Friends for a lifetime, lost at sea. Sinking slow. All of these angels, won't get home until were close. None of them ever, could make up for the loss of you
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