| Heather Rhodes
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There will be no tragedies
Your lullabies they are sounding like sirens now
Just like heather rhodes when she was 17 years old
Put another cigarette out in the square of my back.
Memories might last for years
And birthday cakes they always taste like crap.
This isn't an insult
To your intelligence
We both already know how you feel about that.
This isn't an invite
This isn't anything at all
Except for the fact that you're here and I'm gone.
I saw someone today who looked exactly like you
It's funny how the years go by.
I saw someone today who looked exactly like you
It's funny how the years go by
Nevermind it all.
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