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You'll be accepting my apology |
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For taking things too seriously |
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Sometimes I'm old enough to keep routines |
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Sometimes I'm child enough to scream |
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For everything, I broke in two |
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You're barely missing me |
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I'm missing you and everything you do |
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I really do, I really do, sure I do |
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My once photographic memory |
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For recollection's sake is failing me |
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I can't remember for the life of me |
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Sometimes I can think to recite |
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Words that I read and rewrite |
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My pens paint people that I've proven wrong |
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Sometimes I can think to recite |
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Words that I read and rewrite |
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My pens paint people that I've proven wrong |
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We move on |
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Get a job where I tell, all of my accounts of someone else |
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I'm quick enough to judge that they were wrong |
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That we knew it all along, sing a long, long winded song |
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I would be content to hum along, hum |
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If I state that my fingers know where to show |
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What everyone should have known, I'll let it go |
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Hopefully you'll forget any words that I put in print |
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My luck, you'll change, have strength enough to walk away |
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Sometimes I can think to recite |
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Words that I read and rewrite |
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My pens paint people that I've proven wrong |
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Sometimes I can think to recite |
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Words that I read and rewrite |
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My pens paint people that I've proven wrong |
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We move on |
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Sometimes I can think to recite |
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Words that I read and rewrite |
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My pens paint people that I've proven wrong |
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Sometimes I can think to recite |
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Words that I read and rewrite |
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My pens paint people that I've proven wrong |
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Read and rewrite it wrong |
