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One Day I Will be Waving and not Drownin |
The Ghost I'm Haunted By Will Be My Own
(I wait for him to come around) This man I've known so
long but can't say I knew so well is not coming home.
As a matter of fact he is never coming back. This is
because all the guts the rest of us were stuffed with
is what he lacks. To think this whole time I have been
at this old table, perfectly set for two. I have got
candles lit, my favorite wine, and my finger on the
trigger. We can discuss why you have done this to me
while we enjoy our dinner.
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