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11:00 pm: Random Lyrics

In each other’s shadow, we grew less and less tall
And eventually our theories couldn’t explain it all
I’m recording our history, now, on the bedroom wall
And when we leave the landlord will come and
and paint over it all.

Originally published at chris.dwan.org. You can comment here or there.



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