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I put on my usual |
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Pack a picture from my cubicle |
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All I can think about is you |
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I'm still bleedin' |
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I'm still bleedin' |
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Took the L to |
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Union Square |
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Watched the pretty girls comb their hair |
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They turn away as |
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I turn and stare |
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I'm still bleedin' |
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I'm still bleedin' |
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These thoughts of pain |
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Don't make a sound |
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They keep us hidden |
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In the lost and found |
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These colder months, wincing social graces |
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We keep with us, these fallen faces |
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Took a call from an old, old friend |
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Out of money, in jail again |
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I posted bail and took him in |
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I'm still bleedin' |
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We're both bleedin' |
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These thoughts of pain |
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Don't make a sound |
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They keep us hidden |
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In the lost and found |
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These colder months, wincing social graces |
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We keep with us, these fallen faces |
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We keep with us, these fallen faces |
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These thoughts of pain |
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They'll make a sound |
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To keep us hidden |
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In the lost and found |
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In these colder months, wincing social graces |
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We keep with us, these fallen faces |
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Don't make a sound |
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They keep us hidden in the lost and found |
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These colder months, wincing social graces |
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We keep with us |
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We keep with us, these fallen faces |
