DIRTY SHORE

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Emotions I have been bottling up and throwing away
Are piling up in my shore, breaking one by one
On it's own, blasting my heart at midnight
I whispered "I don't think I would find a home again"
Fighting my inner demons not to lay my eyes
On our pictures I still have like freshly plucked tulips

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