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Re: This Week in the ECAC West
You and Jaslow exchange ECACW-SUNYAC barbs? Never!
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My guts can stand the cheapest wine and ten, twenty coffees a day/But they'll churn like an earthworm in a grave when she, she spits my name
So I held out til my arms were stretched like a, like a stick in the wind/Well you can almost see the blood and the bones and then nothing
We kissed, kissed til our lips were ripping then we, then we kissed again/We laid spent with the sun rising no flesh, just nothing
Were Like Ghosts grabbing at the wind now/Try holding hands but we keep missing now
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This Week in the ECAC West
