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Our confessions, a night procession, |
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Discolor in sunlight |
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And if we should follow through and fake our own deaths |
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I'm hoping you'll show up, |
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No funeral wasted. |
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Without direction, so satisfying |
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Our information says hide out |
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And if you should spiral tell them we have a good time |
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And to prove they're not shallow. |
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This is what you can find here. |
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This is what you can find here. |
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Our love stays two steps ahead of plots and plans |
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Our love stays two steps ahead of plots and plans |
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This is what you can find here. |
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Our love stays two steps ahead of plots and plans |
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Our love stays two steps ahead of plots and plans |