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Crooked days come bundled up in bunches |
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They break your brain like a branch |
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And push you out here asking after something |
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You should know |
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I don't have |
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If I had it you wouldn't have to ask |
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If I had it you wouldn't have to ask |
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Later on when you bargain with your mirror |
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And you ask, is it really that bad? |
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If it wasn't you wouldn't have to ask |
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If it wasn't you wouldn't have to ask |
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How could you know if you didn't? |
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What's left to say when your tongue's turned to ash? |
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Well, I tell you you're finally forgiven |
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So you wouldn't have to ask |
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Shoot what's left, slip inside your sinner smile |
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Another man in a mask |
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If you faced it you wouldn't need a mask |
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If you meant it you wouldn't need a mask |
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If I could fix you you wouldn't have to ask |
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If I could help you you wouldn't have to ask |