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mark these arctic bones |
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setting a better |
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get it back to own |
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nothing adds a bitter sum |
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but is underdone |
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fabrication, brings disorder |
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short, rare, indeed, this corner is |
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an all too well know place that has |
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now become a prison |
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can't i fix it |
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won't we miss it |
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can i fix it |
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now... |
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can't i fix it |
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banter mixed itch? |
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can't i fix it now |
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in amongst the trees |
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rotten to the core of expertise |
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visions spin the head again |
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see through walls secret games |
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nested covers furry tracks |
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viscous nature of attacks |
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i wish i would sophisticate |
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the bitter shrill |
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the stink of faith |
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i really wanna fix it |
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go away |
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my impression in another place |
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go away... |
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really wanna take it |
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take away |
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i really wanna pick up on the case and get back to the- |
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am, become, what is needed but undone, all together, so apart, of this ever puzzled accident x4 |
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am, (???) take me back to someplace of what i thought i was it used to be i wish i was |
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tomorrow ill give up, tomorrow ill give up but today |
