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The thought of never knowing, |
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Would kill me just the same |
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The solitary blossom, |
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Reminders of a friend |
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What are you saying,you've got nothing to live for |
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You're tired and broken,you just can't free yourself |
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And all the words we've spoken,are buried in the sand |
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The ruptured and the broken,the taste of bitter glass |
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What are you saying,you've got nothing to live for |
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You're tired and broken,you just can't free yourself |
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What are you saying,it's just a part of rejection |
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Pulling you deeper,you just can't free yourself |
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Your voluntary loving,apologies have passed and come around again |
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The fragments of a reason,the taste of bitter glass |
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So what are you saying,you've got nothing to live for |
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You're tired and broken,you just can't free yourself |
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What are you saying,it's just a part of rejection |
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Pulling you deeper,you just can't free yourself |
