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i took my shirt off in the yard |
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no one saw that the skin on my shoulders was golden |
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now it's not |
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my shirt's back on |
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i forgot my songs |
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the glow is gone |
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my gliding body stopped |
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i could not get through september without a battle |
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i faced death |
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i went in with my arms swinging |
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but i heard my own breath |
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and i have to face that i'm still living |
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i'm still flesh |
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i hold on to awful feelings |
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i'm not dead |
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there's no end |
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my face is red |
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my blood |
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flows harshly |
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my heart |
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beats loudly |
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my chest still draws breath |
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i hold it |
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i'm buoyant |
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there's no end |