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lately it's been getting late but i'm not tired, and no thanks to |
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sleepless nights spent burning with desire. so i'll get in my car. |
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we drove to the shoreline with the check engine light on. |
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we slept in a spare room, sparing no thoughts for our friends. |
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and we're all going straight to hell for all the lies we tell ourselves. |
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last night i wanted to leave all my friends out. desperate chance dragged me out of the sand. |
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but chance's certain way of getting stuck on one small desperate action robbed me of all my good luck. |
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why did i think i could make it better now? |
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why did i think i could keep my feet on the ground? |
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if i wake up and accidentally crawl into your arms, it's nothing personal. personhood has always seemed so strange. |
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why do things always have to go and change? be better off if things just stayed the same. |
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if i freak out and crash my fucking car into your house, of course it's personal. personhood has made me feel this way. |
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why do things always have to go and change? be better off if things just stayed the same. |
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i'm getting too old for this shit. i'm throwing fits and acting like a kid again. |
