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in your own wide arc, your emotions wll spark |
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off the body not slaved, full of bottles and games |
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now see you well and become your own |
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knowing the chapters here that you close |
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fill in the gaps as half your mind is gone |
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now ready, pull up your chair, all emotions laid bare |
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off the body unhinged, full of bottles and tin |
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now see you well and without more tears |
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knowing that walls and walls have ears |
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fill in the gaps as half your mind is gone |
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you pour your own |
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you pour your own |
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now pour your own... from the flask |