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It's rock paper scissors as to whether i will get over you at all. |
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It's hand against hand and both hands are mine. |
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It's standing in a circular line, which is not to say that i'm not also happy. |
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A happy meal with a surprise inside. |
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Surprise, surprise is another bright light in my eyes |
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Exposing all the stuff i'm not calculating enough to hide. |
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This melancholy that i carry makes me feel so grown up at the kitchen table doing shots of resignation. |
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I never thought i'd see the day |
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When i would i say i give up and tame the stallions of my wildest expectations. |
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But i do not want to know you this way, surrounded by so much pain. |
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But how am i supposed to let go of you this way, like a bird into the sky of my brain? |
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I think i could accept all these dark colors as just part of some bigger color scheme |
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If it wasn't for that drippy string quartet of sadness underscoring each smiling scene. |
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Yeah desire drags me right out of myself like a gas soaked rope tied to a piece of coal. |
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And i'm getting pretty good at looking at the bright side |
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While the flames ripple on the sand and swallow me whole. |
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But this melancholy that i carry makes me feel so grown up at my kitchen table doing shots of resignation. |
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I never thought i'd see the day |
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When i would say i give up and break the stallions of my wildest expectations. |
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But i do not want to know you this way surrounded by so much pain |
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But how am i supposed to let go of you this way like a bird into the sky of my brain. |
