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It just about time To give up on you |
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No more thoughts from moving mountains |
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No more passing out on the banks |
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Bashing heads while trying to whisper |
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Comatose from the dead and creeps |
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It just about time To give up on you |
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Unless the morning finds you dry |
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Your heart just spitting blood |
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Let the sunlight strangle you |
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No more thoughts from moving mountains |
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No more passing out in the banks |
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Bashing heads while trying to whisper |
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Comatose from the dead and creeps |
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It just about time To give up on you |
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Unless the morning finds you dry |
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Your heart just spitting blood |
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Let the sunlight strangle you |
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Rise your glass to the wall |
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Put your ear to what you lost |
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Let the silence strangle you |
