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Joy it comes and goes |
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it speeds through ebb and flow |
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it falls, it ignores me |
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and christ if he sacrificed his life |
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so I'll have mine, why does god |
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still treat me like a whore? |
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he ignores me |
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and thistles are thriving in my garden |
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mistletoe I'll be avoiding |
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simple things always turn complex |
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entangled, a ribbon in a rose bush |
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strangled, a singer in a car crash |
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I would invite you in but promise me this |
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please ignore this mess |
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suffice to say that I've survived |
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my own demise and joy |
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washed me up on the shore |
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oh please ignore me |
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thistles are thriving in my garden |
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mistletoe I'll be avoiding |
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simple things always turn complex |
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and thistles are thriving in my garden |
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over grown I'll be alone for so long |
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I'd invite you in but promise me this |
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please ignore this mess |
