text: That hashtag wants me dead, but I dont mind
  Its just another way we grieve
  For all the times we failed to be the ones
  We thought we had the chance to be
  And when it gets too complicated
  When you cant get to sleep
  When the morning seems impossible
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  And I dont mean to miss the good old days
  The good old days were mostly bad
  But I recall how dark the night got then
  How absences could make me glad
  So when its too illuminated
  Too loud and indiscreet
  When it gets you stoned or gets you strange
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