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Seaweed |
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Miscellaneous |
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The Way It Ends |
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Never meant to start a fight |
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But that's the way it ends |
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Jagged words step forward |
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And we bash forgotten friends |
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Years befere we met |
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With points as clear as charcoal |
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More discussion would be lame |
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I cut myself into a trap-I designed |
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And if a fault is found-assured it's mine |
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Even thought the past at hand-rips my waste |
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Babe I hoped you feel as trapped as I do |
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I should learn some common sense |
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And stop my thoughts at throat |
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But memory's accounted |
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And then every fear explodes |
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Years before we met |
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Hold my breath and count to ten |
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But prudence won't tame |
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Do what I'm Argus eyed-heartburning genocide-do you feel as trapped as |
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I do |
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The suspicion's more of me-and not of what i see-push the poisons right |
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on through |
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Heartburning genocide-attentive doubts will fly-hear the sting, ask |
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what I do |
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I was the one to prey-put the gun on me-until I break I'm trapped as you |
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If you have a hole to sleep in |
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Take me there to nap |
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Dare I bring my apprehension |
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Lay it on your lap |
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Years before we met |
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Honesty has several shades |
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Let's keep our down to nine |