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I remember giving up the gory details |
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And it left me tongue-tied (such an elementary sickness) |
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Now i don't want to think and i don't want to feel |
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I wasn't aware that this was part of the deal |
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When i put my finger on a greater expectation |
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But just my luck, i lack the patience of a statesman |
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And all of my language will fail to convey |
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That i'm terribly twisted around what i say |
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And the message i threw away |
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I don't have it now |
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I don't have it now |
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I don't have it now |
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I don't have it now |
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So i keep hiding and it only grows to hurt me |
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But time is wasting and i'm watching it desert me |
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I'm digging a hole and i'm making it deep |
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And i'm starting to question the hours that i keep |
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And the answer that i put to sleep |
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I don't have it now |
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I don't have it now |
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I don't have it now |
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I don't have it now |
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And so i'm writing with the hope that someone's reading |
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For all to likely runs the risk of me repeating |
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But i don't have the guts to prevent the decay |
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And i'm terribly twisted around what i say |
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And the courage that i threw away |
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I don't have it now |
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I don't have it now |
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I don't have it now |
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I don't have it now |
