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There's a mark on me |
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Love song burning up in effigy |
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Two roads diverging in a lovely dream that only two can tear |
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It's hard to understand |
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The cruel, cruel summer of a water ban |
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A dead grass cradle and a water can |
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To hold our prayer for rain |
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Be the same |
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Have we severed every courtesy we've made? |
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There's a mark on me |
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Scorched earth lovers, is that all we'll be? |
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Road diverging in a living dream of hope and love and time |
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Be the same |
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Though we severed every courtesy we've made |
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Be the same |
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Though we severed every courtesy we've made |
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Now we severed every courtesy we've made |
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Have we severed every courtesy we've made? |
