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Can I be pure when there's poison in my blood |
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Is there a cure for not growing up |
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Do I deserve someone better than me |
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Will it dilute the sickness |
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When will I be able to see |
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Can I be sure when the light comes like a flood |
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Is there more than a half empty cup |
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Do I deserve someone better than me |
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Will it dilute the sickness |
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When will I be able to see |
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To see myself in your eyes |
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To be myself and not just for you |
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To be the one you think of first |
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On the dark days that you feel like me |
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Why is there a floor when beneath is the core |
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Why a ceiling, it just makes me want for more |
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Do I deserve someone bette than me |
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Will it dilute the sickness |
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When will I be able to see |
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To see myself in your eyes |
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To be myself and not just for you |
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To be the one you think of first |
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On the dark days when our souls are on high |
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The devil in the fires |
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And in between are parts of me I no longer need |
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To see myself in your eyes |
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To be myself and not just for you |
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To be the one you think of first |
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On the dark days with ourselves inthe skies |
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Observing like flies |
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Surely these are partsof me and not just a dream |
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To see myself in your eyes |
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To be myself and not just for you |
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To be the one you think of first |
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On the dark days with ourselves in the skies |
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The devil in the fires |
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On the dark days that you feel |
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On the dark days that you feel |
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On the dark days that you feel |
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On the dark days that you feel |
