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put my faith in the wrong place |
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drunken hearts of golden boys |
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government by my piano bench |
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sings my sullen worn out voice |
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cuz i'm still an empty hole |
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floating in canadian cold |
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put my feet on a small town street |
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to get close to being born |
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push my rage to the epilogue page |
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shove the blue sky in a drawer |
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cuz i'm still half of a bird |
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hanging onto grown man's words |
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don't be fooled at sunny smiles |
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don't be fooled by every mile i've run |
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don't be fooled at sunny smiles |
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don't be fooled by every mile i've run |
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do answers come where i store my guns |
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in the dressing room downstairs |
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hide from sight in toronto nights |
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you wonder why i linger in your air |
