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Grapes Of Wrath |
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Now And Again |
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The Most |
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You want to talk, so we take my car |
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To the hills where the gunfire rings around |
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On Soystown? |
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Common words can't say I'm surprised |
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From a mouth I would half expect a lie |
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Or at least a 'Sorry, I...' |
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I wanna know where my corner went |
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Like a fool?, she wasn't in his bed |
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I wanna know why a wenist? was instead |
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And I did not know |
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I stumbled blindly, no air to feed me |
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I fell forever down desperation |
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I lost my dreams to this mad desire |
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What means the most takes the most to realize |
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Want to talk, want to pick my bones? |
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Just in case you find one more stone to roll |
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Down my throat |
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You cut me, words like a forest fire |
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Run your hands through the ash behind my smile |
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Left from some other life? |
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I want to know where my Tanis? went |
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Flip a coin from the bottoms went |
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Shining up, so it's ready to be spent |
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On another |
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I stumbled blindly, no one to lead me |
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I fell forever down desperation |
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I lost my dreams to this mad desire |
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What means the most takes the most to realize |
