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Those words, those were left, painted in red on a wall, in the bible he read. The same one he used to read to young Dean, curled up in bed while Mary sang a song to a cranky Willow.
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Those words, those were left, painted in red on a wall, in the bible he read. The same one he used to read to young Dean, curled up in bed while Mary sang a song to a cranky Willow.
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Crack Baby - Mitski
You're still my Dad, and even though things are different, I can't help but want the old you back.
youtu.be/aIaqTsCcWsw?...
Crack Baby - Mitski
You're still my Dad, and even though things are different, I can't help but want the old you back.
youtu.be/aIaqTsCcWsw?...