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I stay away, |
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When you burn me like fire. |
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I'm unmatched as |
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I'm lazy.You spit as you say: |
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I get crushed by my dreams |
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That I clawed and begged for. |
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It's myself |
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I deceive. |
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I got all |
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I asked for! |
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If I wait in deep sleep, |
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There's nothing there to pray for. |
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Uneven and brittle. |
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Is there fruit on our tree? |
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Those altered dreams |
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That I saw there, |
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Now look back at us cracked. |
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And loving care notions |
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Break as they retract. |
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It's the morning here now, |
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There's some peace, but no laughter. |
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It's myself |
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I deceive. |
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I got all |
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I asked for! |
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If I wait in deep sleep, |
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There's nothing there to pray for. |
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Uneven and brittle. |
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Is there fruit on our tree? |
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The spirit master from whom we spent |
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I sit now and see, all mine was pretense |
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Eh ehIt's myself |
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I deceive. |
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I got all |
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I asked for! |
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Uneven and brittle. |
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Is there fruit on our tree? |
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It's myself |
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I deceive. |
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I got all |
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I asked for! |
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Uneven and brittle. |
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Is there fruit on our tree? |
