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Young world, misunderstood |
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Shooting sprees, shade from trees |
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Pain will dull, will take control |
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Hand turns fist, slight of violence |
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When the soil softens, softly decay |
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Come see my spot on your day off |
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When the salts laid there, nothing will grow |
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Not like him, trillium |
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Not my problem, not my fault |
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The sun burns out, let the sun burn out |
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Not my body, not my mind |
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Falling asleep, missing my stop |