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A part of me stands confused again |
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Watching it slip right |
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Through my hands |
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Put a finger on it now before it's gone |
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All of it gone it's all so wrong |
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Nothing could ever be so wrong |
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Put a finger on it now before it's gone |
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And leave a message by the door |
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Before you're gone |
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Maybe crystal ball is fortune teller |
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Maybe cards laid out as fortune teller |
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In the future tense as past |
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And fortune present here at least |
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Couldn't be more tied up by you |
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Couldn't you be forgiving too |
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All you ever think is |
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Everything gone wrong |
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Nothing i do can stop this slide |
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I feel like part of something died |
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All you ever think is |
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Everything gone wrong |
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And leave a message by the door |
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Before you're gone |
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Maybe i don't need a fortune teller |
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And maybe i don't want this |
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Fortune teller |
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Little box that never lied |
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I guess i'm keeping this inside |
