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I've got this feeling in my blood that |
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I want more |
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This ain't enough |
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A girlfriend, a movie |
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A slow dance, and straight teeth |
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Some candle lit forced sentiment |
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I'm bored to tears, |
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You're amorous |
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So please pass the regret |
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It tastes good on thick skin |
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I'm fast approaching death |
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You aren't helping it |
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Your smile's been losin' it's charm |
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You still think you've got it |
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Is this the best idea that you've ever had? |
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The living room, the furnace heat |
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You pull your hair and gnash and weep |
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Confess how you've blessed me |
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While I'm blank, just blinking |
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No pressing lips just pleading speech |
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That falls to the floor to rest on feet |
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That float so light at first but |
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They've clotted up with concrete |
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I'm fast approaching death |
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You aren't helping it |
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Your smiles been losing it's charm |
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You still think you've got it |
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Is this the best idea that you ever had? |
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I'm fast approaching death |
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You aren't helping it |
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Your smiles been losing it's charm |
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You still think you've got it |
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Is this the best idea that you ever had? |
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This is how |
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This is how it stops |
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This is how |
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This is how it stops |
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I'm still just blinking |
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And you're still talking |
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There is no meaning not |
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NowFast approaching death you aren't helping it |
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You're a girlfriend, a movie, a slow dance |
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A thought that just passed |
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So fast approaching death we never noticed it |
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It came on and came apart on us |
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The best idea that we never had |
