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Try to hold on to sentiments |
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Growning to some extent |
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To be the waster of it all |
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Crowded rooms belie elegance |
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Truth be told evidence |
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Will turn your cheeks cold |
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Chorus Pretend |
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I'm worth a million trials |
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With countless tears |
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And sleepless nights |
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Do not ignore the feeling |
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The fluorescence you wash from your hair |
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So the cruelty could cling to your pillow |
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Yet the wrongs you do go unimpaired |
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You should hope that the ground will not swallow. |
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If the future took elements |
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Wouldn't you compliment? |
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And tell me all you know |
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You're the victim of circumstance |
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Bordered intelligence |
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But you refuse to.... |
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Chorus Pretend |
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I'm worth a million trials |
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With countless tears |
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And sleepless nights |
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Do not ignore the feeling |
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The fluorescence you wash from your hair |
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So the cruelty could cling to your pillow |
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Yet the wrongs you do go unimpaired |
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You should hope that the ground will not swallow. |
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Now I lay down |
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And try to sleep |
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But it's difficult |
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Without a drink |
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If you were here |
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It would be easy |
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The fluorescence you wash from your hair |
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So the cruelty could cling to your pillow |
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Yet the wrongs you do go unimpaired |
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You should hope that the ground will not swallow |
