To sit here	  with you and	    put into words 
How much was kept      in the dark I was being 
kept in the dark       I have a lot of bad feelings
about it now but		       	    young it’s just
what you have     I know that      she grew up
Williams and then she went to   nursing school
and all these       pictures of miss  Druid City  
home   coming queen in her    cape and   roses
I’m looking at these pictures	      just going
you know who	  on 	   earth is that

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Memory not her own flashes. There was
never any own memory, you can’t steal
that but you can. Who, I’m sorry who I’m
talking to, you. She doesn’t have the full
visual but I can tell you stories sorry fle
shes. Can you come down the drain and
out again. Can you come out again. She
can’t own this, she’ll still it. It’s already
in the book. And love goes up the ladder