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i remember you |
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do you remember me |
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there's no way to the heart better than awkwardly |
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in canada on new year's eve |
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you said you'd never seen someone bleed like i bleed |
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perhaps i was on |
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the shaking hands |
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the hands we'll shake |
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there's nothing that we've done you could call a mistake |
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we wore ourselves into the ground |
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the humming of the traffic on st. catherine's |
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breaks the slow fall down |
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the truth is behind the hotel |
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the body's underneath the maple tree |
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the leaves turned red when you killed me |
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startled by the saint's river |
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i won't reduce the complications to the warmer nights |
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when i did not know you |
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the truth is under the water |
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finally silent i could hear you speak |
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about the leaves and killing me |
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shaken by the saint's river |
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there's nothing that we've done that could be wrong |
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it's the only way we'll ever understand |
