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I've been terrified since you walked out the door |
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These are not the lies I told you once before |
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This is not the end it's still an outside thing |
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I'm not taking off my wedding ring just yet |
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In it's years since I took stock of it |
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Seems that it's become to much |
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This is everything I ever wrote |
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Collapsed into the core |
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I've been terrified for far to fucking long |
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What is that thing I lack that makes you so damn strong |
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Your letter in my hands is rolled into a ball |
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With drunken comedy it's thrown hard at the wall |
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In it's years since I took stock of it |
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Seems it's become too much |
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This is everything I ever wrote |
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Collapsed into the core |
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The stitches are unravelling |
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And the seems have all but burst |
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Maybe all my years of travelling |
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Have quenched what I've thirsted |
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These years have flown by |
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These hands have shaken |
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I have no notion |
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What happens next |
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There's a kind of feelings |
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And I think of it |
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Then the panic quickens |
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There is no sorrow |
