Here is where we split
Between Kurt Cobain and the suicide note

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Here is where we split 
Between the endless nights naked on the table in a nightclub and the long walk back home 

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Here is where we split
Between crying the soul out in the middle of the crowd and writing about what would happen if things had gone differently 

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Here is where we split 
Between the gap of my teeth and your dirty shoelaces falling on the carpet

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Here is where we split
Between the empathy for little wounds and the broken match that can light up the whole big street

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Here is where we split
Between the day-after-beer on the kitchen counter and the late-night notes on the iPhone

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Here is where we split 
Between your pink dream milky skin and the half-burnt family photo album, I never thought it would be a thing that fucked up my neurons

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Here is where we split
Between the memories ashes, and the parties that never existed in the very first place