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misery's a hostage |
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that you treat too fair, and |
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the weekends are a washout |
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filled with bright despair, and |
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you lose yourself in your work, |
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will you come up for air?, and |
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if you hate me just for tryin' |
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you'll hate me when I'm done |
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I swear |
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climb me up |
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if you need some bones |
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on which to climb |
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climb me tall |
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I don't believe, your love of nothin' |
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climb me still |
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I won't wander |
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you will whistle |
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throw your sullen wings away |
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honesty is violence |
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that you took too far, and |
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I loved you, from the first night |
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we both got fucked up, in my car |
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climb me up if you need some bones |
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on which to climb |
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climb me tall |
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don't believe, your love of nothin' |
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climb me still |
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I won't wander |
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you will whistle |
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throw your sullen wings away |
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for good |
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throw your sullen wings away |
