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Bringing Home the Freshest Kill

Probably the fave song from my playlist over the last eight or nine months.

Wasn’t it a little strange, the motion of going

I was hiding in a dust chord when the light started showing

While you were searching for seasons and finding your high

I was probably in the grooviest years of my life

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I fell asleep in winter, I was tired of your fire

But you were standing on a staircase, it was all I required

I turned you on to the feeling of changing inside

And the strangest vibrations in my mind

Wasn’t it a little strange

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