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I hear the tiniest sparks and the tenderest soundsdiving music, drowning the soundwaltzing with the hairs upon my armsand your fight or flight alarmand you tremble, and you stumble, and you scrape up your palms |
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I can't stay here to hold your hand |
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I've been away for so long |
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I've lost my taste for homeand that's a dirty fallow feelingto be the dangling ceilingfrom when the roof came crashing downpeeling in the heatvanish in the rainthe next time you say forever, |
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I will punch you in your facejust because you don't believe it, doesn't mean |
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I didn't mean ityou never know when |
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I'll show you the neveryou never know when |
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I'll show you the never |
