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The Mountain Goats – No Children
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I hope that if I find the strength to walk out,
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning, there is no sign of land
You are coming down with me, hand in unloveable hand
And I hope you die, I hope we both die
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