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Select All Delete - John K. Samson

That hashtag wants me dead but I don't mind

It's just another way we grieve

For all the times we failed to be the ones

We thought we had the chance to be

And when it gets too complicated

When you can't get to sleep

When the morning seems impossible

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And I don't mean to miss the good old days

The good old days were mostly bad

But I recall how dark the night got then

How absences could make me glad

So when it's too illuminated

Too loud and indiscreet

When it gets you stoned or gets you strange

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