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They tell me to pack my bags
They tell me to get ready
They took my house, my June
Then tossed me in a cuddy
I see your face with only two colors
One blue, the other makes me suffer
What am I going to do,
What am I going to say,
Too small for two, if only it was May
They tossed us in and left
Your face on me
But I feel no breath
I feel grateful, I feel shame
What am I going to do,
What am I going to say
I don’t want your air to stay
They tossed us in and left
They took my home, my rest
Then erased us from the text
What am I going to do,
What am I going to say
You are gone but how can I stay?
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