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La Guerre
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Matthew
Matthew, son of a bitch who stripped you down on his couch his wandering mouth, so quiet now and all that booze won't take the blame for you and how all the way home you kept the words tied to your tongue and never loosened them, not once
And on the day the tornado came he went to chase it by the lake. But you, your niece and nephew stayed and almost died from a baby gate Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com that blocked your way.
And as the clouds began to break the insulation fell like rain but looked like snow, your hair a mane tears on your face, the children safe. You almost hoped he died that day but back he came.
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