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Stop with the small talk |
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Won't you |
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Don't wanna feed the nightmare |
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Sharp memory talks |
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I hear around the room |
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Don't wanna hear no more |
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Hear no more from you |
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Stop with the small talk |
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Won't you |
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I don't wanna hear the nightmare |
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Sharp memory talks |
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I hear around the room |
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Don't wanna hear no more |
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Hear no more from you |
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And you no longer seem to cope |
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With what you ask for |
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But if you haven't gone back |
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How can you start again |
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This south island |
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Is thorn apart |
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But I'm stuck in it |
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For this time |
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When I breath |
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Does it show that the more I learn |
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The less I know |
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Is not enough to crawl back |
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Because you have to realise |
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That if you choose to start again |
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You gonna leave me mid-air |
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And you no longer seem to cope |
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With what you ask for |
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And you no longer seem to cope |
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With what you ask for |
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Stop with the small talk |
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Won't you |
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Don't wanna feed the nightmare |
|
Sharp memory talks |
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I hear around the room |
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Don't wanna hear no more |
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Hear no more from you |
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And you no longer seem to cope |
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With what you ask for |
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And you no longer seem to cope |
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With what you ask for |
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This south island |
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Is thorn apart |
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But I'm stuck in it |
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For this time |
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When I breath |
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Does it show that the more I learn |
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The less I know |