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NothingFlowers made of breadI never thought You'd be the one To choke me in my bed Now there's cotton Up your nose How are you supposed To breathe on your own I never wanted To take the last ride I never wanted To see your last smile And now you Say nothing you say nothing Say nothing hear everything ittle dog could climb A tree And get away from all This insanity It could climb Up on the roof And get a birds eye view Of everything Watch the child across The street She doesn't really have a Name, they call her girl While standing in my soup I never really understood Why my feet stayed wet When I was nine years old All the pictures On the walls Were your match boxes The last ride was short And your last smile Was sick and crooked |