The ones who'd been gone for so very long, she could not remember their names. They spun her around on the old damp old stones, spun away all her sorrow and pain.
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    Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better then drinking alone
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    We are up there somewhere. Revolving around each other in an endless dance.
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    I rather fight than just fake it.