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Cotton preshrunk displays games we play |
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Colors run and colors fade |
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I can't pick a side to pick a fight on |
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It's more of me than I am of it |
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I can't win, I can't win, I can't win |
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I can't win, I can't win, I can't win, I can't win, I can't |
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Now my tongue has tangled me toothless |
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And we don't have a thought between us |
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In this one light room in this neon museum the walls itch in closer |
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I remember every conversation |
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I remember everything, I forgot to have |
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Starchy retort scripted questions, I never cared to ask about |
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Starchy product scripted people, I never asked to care about |
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I can't win, stretch |
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My skin was shrinking when she told me don't worry honey |
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You can't look at the sky without looking right through it |
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You can't look at the sky without looking right through it |
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You can't look at the sky without looking right through it |
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You can't look at the sky without looking right through |