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Why can't you see those hands are cold are grey |
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When her imperfections hide away |
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And in the half-light you can |
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Barely see that face |
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Maybe it's better that way |
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As you fall into waiting arms |
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That loosen their embrace |
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Finding comfort in restriction |
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Eternally replace |
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Why don't you know what's going on here |
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The same things happen every few years |
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As you fall into waiting arms |
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That loosen their embrace |
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Finding comfort in restriction |
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Eternally replace |
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Why can't you see those hands are cold and grey |
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Their imperfections hide away |
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At times you realize you |
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Barely knew that name |
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Maybe it's better that way |
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As you fall into waiting arms |
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That loosen their embrace |
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Finding comfort in restriction |
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Eternally replace |