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So long, I feel a split coming on |
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Bus took riot anchor |
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His vessel is blown |
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To the lake of mumbling self |
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I'm done reading my diary aloud |
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So long, I feel a spell coming on |
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Someone haunts my heart-lit dusk |
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That vessel is gone |
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To the floor of mumbling self |
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I'm done reading your diary aloud |
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So long, I feel a spell coming on |
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Someone haunts my heart-lit verse |
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That vessel is gone |
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To the floor of mumbling self |
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I'm done reading my diary aloud |
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And what is the object I need to have |
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Drained from my head |
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Keep truth in the fear |
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Onward into the sewer |
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Pluck the rusty knife out of my life |
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Get no perfume, get no flowers |
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Still get nervous, don't joke about it |
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I want these things out loud |
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Liberty I collapse for |
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Get a phone |
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Get help |
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Give him some blankets |
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Hot water |
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Breakdown, breakdown |
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People go by |
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A way with your words |
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Alone, and I will return |
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For you I hurry home |
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For you I hurry home |
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For you I hurry home |
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I want to ask you to forgive me |
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I hope, cause I thought about who raised me |
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Faster thin and caving in |
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Bones, you saw him |
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Came and fed him, always |
