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screen blinking bright and tired |
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like broken ice in thousand forms |
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reflecting voices we just ignored |
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now fingers type cold and slow |
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last row after last row |
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today is grey outside the windows |
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and the wind is breaking words and breath |
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we should have know it's a compromise |
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now the snow flakes fall from the skies |
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covering sounds while your echo dies |
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you came to me and asked why |
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I'm not with you if even you tried |
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I'm not with you every new day |
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I cannot say I can't explain |
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I felt constrained by your misplay |