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strdst-lyricstash · 4 months
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I am a writer, writer of fiction
I am the heart that you call home
And I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
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strdst-lyricstash · 6 months
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Songbirds only end up where they’re going
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strdst-lyricstash · 11 months
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Your mother wouldn’t approve of how my mother raised me
But I do, I finally do
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strdst-lyricstash · 1 year
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I need him like water, he thinks that I'm alright
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