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Things You Threw Away Rewriting history, starting today Bin-liner witch-hunt all traces erased No memories left to face Walking around with your goldfish head on Everything’s simpler now that you’ve won your game This black hole you created Slowly sucking you in You’ll soon know who your friends are Nothing remains but you’re constantly haunted by ghosts of the good times you thought that you’d exorcised, knots in your stomach, the idea you might have been wrong Things you threw away. Cannot be replaced. What have you done? Dispensing with pleasantries, pre-emptive spite Building a smokescreen, inferring a fire Digging for sympathy Running around with your victim’s head on Everything’s simpler now that you’re not to blame This black hole will destroy you Though your knuckles turn white Hanging on by a finger Nothing remains but you’re constantly haunted by ghosts of the good times you thought that you’d exorcised, knots in your stomach, the idea you might have been wrong Things you threw away. Cannot be replaced. What have you done?
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