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You sleep so still |
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And after everything |
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We claim to have forgiven |
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The no return |
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Was 12 returns ago |
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And every one the last |
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This |
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Time |
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I swear - Did you really believe that? |
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I know these words |
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These sounds I recognise |
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And shapes all too familiar |
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The saddest thing; |
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A point to recognise; |
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All reasons and excuses; |
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Well they are, I fear, as pathetic as are your own |
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I am |
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We are |
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Sadly |
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Too far |
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The line we had drawn before is thinning out |
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Too far, gone |
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We need |
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No more |
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Junkies and |
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Whores |
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The line we had drawn before has disappeared |
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Too far gone |
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You sleep |
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So still |
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You'll sleep through everything... |