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They Ate Isengard
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Son Battement De Cœur
As she scribbled my heart down on the rusty edge of the only replica ever made,
My attention was captured by the bleak, faded walls
And I found myself wobbling around the corners of her concentration,
Like a bug struggling to inverse its entrance
Or a canon firing itself off the ground
I could smell her heartbeat from forever away,
But her dusty fire streak was always in the way
It's the drugs, all the drugs,
The opium she brought me
And she drowned in my bed last night,
Every night it's there to haunt me
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