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Yeah, we might need a drink tonight |
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I feel your thorn set in my side |
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To waste, I grow |
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So when I give its for the sake of you |
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So is this the sound of age or sleeping? |
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And I wish that you'd said what you're thinking |
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Because I need answers |
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Are you listening? |
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Yeah, we might need a drink tonight |
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I feel your thorn set in my side |
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To waste, I grow |
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So when I give its for the sake of you |
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I'm writing this down and out |
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I just don't feel it |
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My whispers were drowned out by her screaming |
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I'll be your ghost |
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I'll claw you down when you need me |
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Yeah, we might need a drink tonight |
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I feel your thorn set in my side |
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To waste, I grow |
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So when I give its for the sake of you |
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And I'm sorry for every day |
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Its all the same |
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And I will confess |
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So recite your needs |
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Its better off said |