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Run the water 'til it scalds you know that I'm listening |
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Pitter patter runs the shower hits the bare porcelain |
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Watch the dirt run down the plughole, hear an echo within |
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They described you in detail, I knew everything |
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An artist's impression of the Manhattan skyline |
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And a soon to be burned scar |
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In the perfect shape of the sooner state |
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I fall to my knees, my piss soaked jeans |
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The first time, the last time |
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All the times in between |
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The first time, the last time |
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All the times I would've liked there to have been |
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I can't believe I chose the mountains |
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Every time you chose the sea |
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I can't believe I chose the mountains |
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Every time you chose the sea |
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I can't believe I chose the mountains |
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Every time you chose the sea |
