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If I could just begin |
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To forget where |
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I have been |
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Maybe we wouldn't be here, |
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But I pace withing a haze. |
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I keep bumping into days |
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And waiting for them to end. |
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These complicated words are coming down. |
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I've searched for them so long it's comical |
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These complicated words are coming down. |
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And I've been searching so long. |
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I've been tounge-tied, tired and sick. |
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Like I'm training for the end. |
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I have been gasping for air, |
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I've been training for the end. |
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And I should've known better, |
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But I thought we were clear (there I go thinking again). |
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Now look at our broken bones, |
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They want to heal but they don't, |
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We've nothing but tape to mend them. |