It's almost like you died. Well, you would have if it weren't for me. Phone calls for hours till one of us would fall asleep, and all the secrets you told me that I promised that I would keep.
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Babies Born Broken
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Death Without Dying
It's almost like you died. Well, you would have if it weren't for me. Phone calls for hours till one of us would fall asleep, and all the secrets you told me that I promised that I would keep.