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Mom and dad can't remember if |
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I told you how glad |
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I am I finally got to know you. |
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Years from when we met, after |
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I left home. |
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Let me sing you sweet and distant fictions. |
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On lonely nights you will lay and listen. |
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If you don't like it, wait until |
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I fix it. |
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Then morning comes and cops invade my conscience. |
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I run around the house. |
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A heated atom. |
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Can't foresee the outcome but you can lean to one side. |
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If ever I should seem to take for granted this lovely life that |
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I have been handed, darling don't just stand there, come knock me around. |
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Because I know, |
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I can write my way out of this black hole. |
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Back to all the things that |
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I miss. Sometimes, |
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I wonder if |
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I even exist. |
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Add another line to my wish list. |
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The overview is not the same as going through the present joy and all it took to come to this, to know the ending would be pretending. |
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They took my words and wrote them off as passing. |
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It pissed me off enough to keep me writing. |
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Go make your living boy. |
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I'll go on fighting. ' |
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Cause I know, |
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I can write my way out of this black hole. |
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Back to all the things that |
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I miss. You stay digging at your own little ditch. |
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That's just another thing on my wish list. |
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If I should slide over and under, you know |
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I just might stay 'till |
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I get it right. |
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Some people say |
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I'm corny or |
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I'm morbid. |
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I always thought |
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I was touching, |
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I was tragic. |
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One man's magic is another's plastic. |
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Well, which one is it? |
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Am I sweetness? |
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Am I sickness? |
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If I say both, you will say |
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I lack commitment. |
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Of course you're right. |
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Of course |
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I'm right. |
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But I know |
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I can write my way out of this black hole. |
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Back to all the things that |
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I miss. Sometimes |
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I don't even know you exist. |
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That's just another thing on my wish list. |