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Funeral For A Friend Medicated

black lines crossed across The sweep of the bridge. A man along the edge, Drops away his pain. Screaming out for another feeling, Paper houses, cutting corners. Screaming out for

The black lines crossed across The sweep of the bridge. A man along the edge, Drops away his pain. Screaming out for another feeling, Paper houses, cutting corners. Screaming out for