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Sitting close, under hush of monotone |
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We were not able |
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We warned you once, it is too much |
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It is too |
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Take this cross |
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Somehow I'm lost without my anger |
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Cut this rope, I am awash |
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I am sunk with out this anchor |
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Now I'm struck with the beauty of this favor |
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It is too much |
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Now I'm numb, they wanna cut me with their razors |
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They will cut you with their razors |
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We spoke soft with lifted cross i was unstable |
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We warned you once, it is too much |
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It is too |
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Now I'm struck with the beauty of this favor |
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It is too much |
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Now I'm numb, they wanna cut me with their razors |
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They will cut you with their razors |
