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"With every lyric I could muster, I've loved some part of you, for a long time. But you whisper 'too late' and I wonder about this punishment for my breakin' heart."

It's a whiskey-drenched and sad voice, a drawling dusty dirt roads and flat fields stretching to the horizons voice that is singing without the awareness of why.

From the mouth of a delicate, wraithly young man that is sprawled on the floor with his back against the wall, eyes shuttered.