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If this were my last day on earth, |
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i wouldn't cry. |
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if you tried to sell me another year or two, |
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i wouldn't buy. |
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there's something dark, ugly, but beautiful crawling underneath my skin. |
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not every black thread sews something suitable. |
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so tell me how you know so much about somewhere you've never been. |
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picture frame. |
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picture perfect. |
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picture all you've ever wanted. |
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and since you refuse to picture both |
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does that make you safer |
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or more likely to be haunted? |
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I've come a long way |
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traveled so far |
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searching for this meeting of the minds but if eyes are windows to the soul |
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you've drawn the blinds |
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drawn the blinds |
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drawn the blinds. |
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if this were my last day on earth |
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i wouldn't cry |
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classic take on an old modern wake |
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to say good bye. |
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simply charmed |
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a little dangerous |
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never to alive in the morning |
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we came unarmed |
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but there was change for us |
