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kid i held you with these arms that felt so hard you kept your chin up and i held my guard made a prison bed from a life i never led let me correct these mistakes you delight in |
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God i hope i get it right ive been practicing tonight kid i hope it holds soime fraction of its feeling if you keep believing then ill keep on being a ghost in his prison bed short sheeted and shook dead looking at love he still hasnt made yet that i couldnt make to you baby, i can barely move kid you were wrong that wasnt me in that song you write the lie youd like to be when your life feels like a book you wouldnt read kid ive lived through others i made myself so mall i lived through a record one summer last fall the singer said something i could only feel i saw him this morning he still looked real real |
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God i need him here tonight i just know hed get this right kid im a mess if it looked good youre seeing things i guess i changed my mind so many times im a strobe light flickering freak. the baby of the week im starting to see someone i could never be kid what went wrong? we had it all now its all gone i blew my mind out now its your turn to find out what we all need what we all mean im starting to see someone i dont want to be |