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My Roman numeral came |
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As "one" and "I" are both the same |
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She curves just like the wick |
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Of a burning candle's dancing flame |
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These vultures were in love, |
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Always circling high above |
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Picked each other apart, |
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Hungry for the other's heart |
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Real fun, let's all underachieve |
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Failed to dispel the myth |
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Every time is always ending with |
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The sharp end of a star |
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Stabbing me right through my heart |
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She's gone and |
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I'm beyond |
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A color scheme of loneliness |
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Now my Roman numeral is lost |
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As "one" and "I" are now divorced |
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Your wishes are my command |
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Real fun, let's all underachieve |
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Crawling out of rotted woodwork |
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It stings to breathe |
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When I don't even know what to do with myself |
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Real fun, let's all underachieve |