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I cut my fingers on a broken picture frame |
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The welling up waxes and wanes. |
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It's not fair and it hasn't been |
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All my friends are living saints. |
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Been killing me for weeks |
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A garden weed that cracks concrete. |
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It hasn't been fair for long |
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Growing up isn't moving on. |
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Moving on. |
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Nooo. Moving on. |
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Do you miss our broken reason, the nights spent treating |
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Troubles and normalcy to bottles and comedies? |
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You forgot your necklace upstairs on purpose |
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It was you golden ticket scam and it always made us laugh |
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Do you see me as your acquaintance, your death by time, age and long distance? |
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Broken picture frames |
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The welling up waxes and wanes. |
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It's not fair and it hasn't been |
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All my friends are living saints. |
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Been killing me for weeks |
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A garden weed that cracks concrete. |
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It hasn't been fair for long |
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Growing up isn't moving on |
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All my friends are living saints, living saints, living saints. |
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Broken still but never breaking ties (X3) |
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Moving on. |
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I never pictured this, disperse in fall and don't reminisce |
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See it's just not fair, not everyone moved on. |
