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To bias sleeps on a floor he made |
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From stealing in and out of others peoples names |
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He never read all the formula |
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And the feeling alone could never be enough |
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He couldn't even begin to impress himself |
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Enough to slow down and see a mattress |
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Still would've been a better deal |
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It could've been a mistaken case |
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He couldn't lie through another face |
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He wouldn't try to have been replaced it seems |
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Unmoving cold he'll attempt to go |
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He never had something that could grow |
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He feels his best with his bruises left unseen |
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And in the end, he won't open up |
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We'll never know if we tried enough |
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He said, "He'd stay for another day or two" |
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Despite his place he can't ask for more |
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He can't recall what he had before |
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When all the while he can fake a smile on cue |
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Would you be my, be my only address |
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I can only offer a walletsworth |
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Would you be my, be my only address |
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I can only offer a walletsworth |
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Would you be my, be my only address |
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I can only offer a walletsworth |
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Would you be my, be my only address |
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I can only offer a walletsworth |
