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Pulls me under |
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Held me over |
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Sets the tones to lose |
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A taste of anger |
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No remainder |
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Of the things we'd choose |
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Crumpled over |
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My composer |
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Just a skeleton |
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It turns me inward |
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But it figures |
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Forever's a dirty word. |
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Emotions wear my sleeve |
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This might be the last... |
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One or two ease the pain |
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It's nothing that we talk about. |
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No recollection |
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Of complexion |
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Could not place his face |
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I plead redemption |
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Or collection |
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Put me into place. |
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One or two ease the pain |
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It's nothing that we talk about. |
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Ease the pain. |
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Emotions wear my sleeve |
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This might be the last... |
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One or two ease the pain |
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It's nothing that we talk about. |
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This might be the last... |
