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Seven Miles West

With you my fingers trace your spine with you recounting every live with you remember all those lies with you this is your last goodbye I never never forgave you i never never forget you with you i cut the perfect line with you now that i know your mine with you my fingers deep inside with you leave you to feed the flies feed the flies

Everything rots, everything dies, everyone feeds the flies.