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fixing up the broken door |
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a fresh collage of wood and oil |
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once a stately iron gate |
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pressure's on to renovate |
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too late |
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water makes the hinges swing |
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water hinges everything |
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i was once immovable |
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eager to stay comfortable |
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growing up getting tall |
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trust in not a thing at all |
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i was taught to never hate |
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but it's too late |
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i can taste it |
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not a drop is wasted |
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lets synchronize our watches baby |
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i'm afraid of the dark |
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when in pain you cry |
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from the most sensitive part of your eye |
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is this a come on? come on |
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shake me like a bad sun |
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till i'm cool |