these sorts of montages, these losses
life support
oh brother, don't die
don't die
you collapsed in the heat
the strange beginnings and god i
i wish you were here
seattle, bring me there
i'm so far out i'm drowning in
playthings and ghost calls
oh kid, we did good
we did bad
this city is filled with broken, better men.
where is my mind?
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