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I hope someday that we can sit |
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and talk above the surface |
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For now I'm drowning in a sea of you |
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The irony of alcohol |
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and this conversation piece |
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Is exactly what we need to |
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keep us from the truth |
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So let me sit here all alone |
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and contemplate the meaning |
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Of a situation made up in your mind |
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You're so damn miserable |
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and careless with your |
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Darkest thoughts |
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You act as if your clock is fooling time |
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Say hello to routine life |
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and goodbye to the vacation |
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I haven't thought about you in two days |
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The more I see the in |
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between the more I want to leave |
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But it keeps on closing |
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in to the tune of selfish ways |
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So let me sit here all alone |
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and contemplate the meaning |
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Of a situation made up in your mind |
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You're so damn miserable |
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and careless with your |
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Darkest thoughts |
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You act as if your clock is fooling time |
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In your ashtray is the answer |
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to all the questions that |
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You had to prove |
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We are not going to keep |
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moving forward in our sleep |
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Can you save us? Would you dare? |
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In a place where you refuse to care |
