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This isn't the way I planned it, |
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This is the missus, she misses the good things |
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Only to be bothered, only to get involved |
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Staring at the mirror, breaking a smile and crying |
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Your well and quill are seething |
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Write me a letter, it's better to read things |
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Lines are indications, the station's calling you |
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You're taken off of standby |
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This isn't the way I'd have it |
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This isn't bearing witness |
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Tearing the corners, other sad endings |
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Pacing through the front yard, we're not leaving yet |
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They can't keep their hands off |
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This isn't the way I planned it |
