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are you a sign or a fat zero? |
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born again or fucked to shreds? |
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did you lose your way on your long trip to nowhere? |
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look at me and deny I'm as honest as I never was |
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would I even blink once if you crawled in bleeding and screaming? |
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empty your pockets and read out your name |
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know you're not yesterday's somebody |
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nothing holds you down |
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something holds you back |
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we're diorama trash |
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trapped behind the glass |
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you could be more than a song |
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you could scale the dizzy freakish heights |
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I could hold your spoon and fire food at the half-wits |
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we could bury your stillborn |
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play David's harp (the headache cure)fight your corner blindfolded |
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flailing and stamping and losing |
