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Four more rotations and no one will hurt |
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These are the things I dream of |
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I've been thinking through the drinking |
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Though my confidence is shrinking |
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That I might be fine |
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The North would be so proud of you |
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What would you do |
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When the stars fall from the sky |
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And you're only two seconds from crying? |
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Parafin, Anadin, sick as disguise |
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So we take our snappy patterns |
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And use them as knives |
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Now there's nothing left for me to try |
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My own medicine and humble pie |
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But I'll be alright |
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The North would be so proud of you |
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So I'll see you tomorrow |
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Shall we call it one? |
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Trying to get sparks to light |
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Seeing as they've gone |
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You don't know how to value that |
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But I know how to value that |
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I think we'll be fine |
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The North would be so proud of you |
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What would you do |
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When stars fall from the sky |
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And you're only two seconds from crying? |