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Other |
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Don't wanna talk about it |
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Don't wanna hear about it |
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Don't wanna think about it |
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I wanna shrug it off |
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I wanna make light of it |
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Let it fall between the cracks |
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I wanna laugh about it |
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when years have passed |
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Saw a black dog painting |
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by the house tonight |
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red tongue lolling |
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eyes all white |
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I can't turn a corner |
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just can't let my guard down |
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Can't even close my eyes |
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without it being there |
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Don't wanna talk about it |
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Don't wanna hear about it |
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Don't wanna think about it |
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I wanna shrug it off |
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And I know deep down that |
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I haven't changed at all |
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but I'm slowly getting better |
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at covering up |
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Underneath a flimsy pavement |
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We buried, smiling, a raging bog |
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We were cocky, young and callous |
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I guess we had nothing else to do |
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And all the while it lay in waiting |
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and took on the form of a charcoal dog |
