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My love has gone away |
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Packed up her bags and then boarded that plane |
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And I guess that the time |
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I figured you'd wait |
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Teary face, leaky breath, a bitter taste |
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Tripped out for six hundred years |
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Who would have thought that |
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I'd make it last year? |
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In a way it makes sense that |
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I died and reappeared |
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As that fly you've been swatting for years |
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Calm down and make him a drink |
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Pretty small town and the gossip repeats |
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She took off her clothes |
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And sat on the bed next to me |
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My heart is pumping my blood |
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Your heart's not beating at all |
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In a way it makes sense that it isn't |
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It just never was |
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Right now, a sinful exchange |
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Once done, unspeakable shame |
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And I should've known where |
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I took the blame |
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The sweat and the shame fireless flame |
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Please god, don't take him too |
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Take me, a replicant fool |
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Lost a gear and now |
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I hardly move |
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He's a kid, |
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I'm a fool |
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Please son, where is your faith? |
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Take off your bushels, set fire to your pain |
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You will heal like a cut |
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Let it scar, let it scab, let it stain |
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In a while |
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I promise you'll see |
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You're alive, not the blemish or burns |
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That you keep on your feet |
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I am a towel that is soaked to the core |
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Heavier now than it's gotten before |
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And something inside of me needs more and more |
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Sooner than later, never no more |
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Sooner than later, never no more |