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I remember the time |
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when you fought for all the reasons |
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that you had stacked in the back of your head |
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like your old record collection |
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Until it went crack in your head |
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there were so so many reasons |
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and you felt shot and then dead |
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for so so many reasons |
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I remember the way |
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that you spoke up without thinking |
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about the things you know you shouldn't have said |
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like a fountain that was speaking |
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Until it went crack in your head |
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there were so so many reasons |
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and you felt shot and then dead |
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for so so many reasons |
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and your words went straight to the head |
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and clicked on all the reason |
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found excuses shot and then dead |
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for so so many reasons |
