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What excuses do you make? |
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Happiness is hard to find. |
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I didn't catch a break. |
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Maybe I am dying inside? |
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February, been so lonely. |
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It's been so long since I felt your touch, |
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and I couldn't care less if I deserve this. |
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I will never survive the sting inflicted. |
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Sever all ties. Follow procedure. |
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Pledge abstinence. Fuck at your leisure. |
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Breathe in then out, but not out then in. |
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Cause over function. Restart again. |
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I need to see my dreams as I close my eyes. |
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Remembering nothing and begging for light. |
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All the trees, all the birds, and this thing called life. |
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I'd stake it all for forty acres and a trophy wife. |
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Dust gathers on the books that contain our past, |
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and we're but peons in a circuit built by time to last. |
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Repeat, repeat, as we've done before. |
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Our history all lost in war. |
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When the last of our cities are but powder and dust, |
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the damned who remain live with God in the glory of us. |
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February, been so lonely. |
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It's been so long, since I felt you. |
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I could care less if I deserve this. |
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I won't survive the sting inflicted |
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Repeat, repeat, as we've done before. |
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Our history all lost in war. |
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Repeat, repeat, as we've done before. |
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Our history all lost in war. |
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Repeat, repeat. |
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Repeat, repeat. |
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Repeat, repeat. |
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Repeat, repeat. |
