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I'm choosing words that seem to be forgotten |
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As I use them |
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These are the same words that let me be forgiven |
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The minute |
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I choose them |
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So I won't try, try, try to sell my advice' |
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Cause it's meant to be forgotten |
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The minute you try |
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The lies take the place of advice |
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But I can't say if |
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I'm awakeLike |
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I say we're built that way |
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Where I'm from |
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An extension of |
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Lacan's way |
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A mirror stage of disappointment |
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Where you're from |
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Give me a clue when these words were written |
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In reference to use them |
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So when they're gone they intend to be forgotten |
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The minute you choose them |
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There's not much point accepting your advice |
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Like oh, to be forgotten' |
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Cause it only takes two minutes for you |
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To change your mind |
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But I can't say if |
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I'm awakeLike |
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I say we're built that way |
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Where I'm from |
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An extension of |
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Lacan's way |
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A mirror stage of disappointment |
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Where you're from |
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I can't say if |
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I'm awakeLike |
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I say we're built that way |
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Where I'm from |
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An extension of |
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Lacan's way |
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A mirror stage of disappointment |
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Where you're from |
