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It's not surprising |
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That you have all those wounds |
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They're advertising |
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The things that you've been through |
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It's tantalizing |
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To psychoanalyze |
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We're all downsizing |
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What we do with our lives |
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There's not enough money |
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In this whole world |
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To pay for a break or two |
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There's not enough armor in a suit of mail |
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Your broken skin's not black or blue |
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But damaged just the same |
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And who does not feel fractured too |
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Like broken skin |
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The sun's not rising |
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Upon your burned out shell |
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Still exercising |
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The things you don't do well |
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It's not enterprising |
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To grapple with the past |
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You're past surmising |
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How long the past can last |
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There's not enough trees |
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You can hide behind |
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Not enough walls to climb |
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Not enough cracks in the paving stones |
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Your broken skin's not black or blue |
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But damaged just the same |
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And who does not feel fractured too |
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Like broken skin |
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There's not enough money |
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In this whole world |
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To pay for a break or two |
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There's not enough armor in a suit of mail |
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Your broken skin's not black or blue |
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But damaged just the same |
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But who does not feel fractured too |
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Like broken skin |
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Broken skin |
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Broken skin |
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Broken skin |
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Broken skin |