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Stow your eyes, there's always something to cry about |
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save your mind, death it thrives in defeat |
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Leave the children they don't know better |
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sticks and stones from lace and leather |
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cleaning out the sand between the sheets |
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Cold sober frowns, you're older now |
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listen to the warning |
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Is it colder on the inside (crooked house) |
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is it colder on the inside (needles pound) |
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is it colder on the inside (crooked how?) |
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is it colder on the inside? |
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hold on to me |
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Shed your bones, there's always marrow to keep afloat |
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grind your teeth for quid between the sleeves |
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Leave a note for the untamed spirits |
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moving up north, I'm your outer limit |
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21 degrees will keep you clean |
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Is it colder on the inside (crooked house) |
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is it colder on the inside (needles pound) |
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is it colder on the inside (crooked how?) |
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is it colder on the inside? |
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hold on to me |
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Let me be |
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hold on to what we leave between |
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Just hold on to me |
