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Living Saints
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Polar Bear Club
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I cut my fingers on a broken picture frame The welling up waxes and wanes It's not fair and it hasn't been All my friends are living saints It's been killing me for weeks garden weed that cracks concrete It hasn't been fair for long Growing up isn't moving on Do you miss our broken reason or the nights spent trading Troubles and normalcy for bottles and comedies You forgot your necklace upstairs on purpose It was your golden ticket scam and it always made us laugh Do you see me as your acquaintance, your death by time, age and long distance? Broken picture frame The welling up waxes and wanes It's not fair and it hasn't been All my friends are living saints It's been killing me for weeks garden weed that cracks concrete It hasn't been fair for long Growing up isn't moving on All my friends are living saints Broken still but never breaking ties I never pictured this Disperse in fall and don't reminisce See it's just not fair Not everyone's moved on
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