Finish line.

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She did her last bump
Call it a finish line.

She cried for hours
Call it a warning sign

When your ups are all down
And the downers fade to uppers

Light fades away the talking turns to whispers
Then nothing no sound.

She's on land but she still drowned.
Just laying there when the cops found.

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