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Don't cry in you're suit and tie, you got it, |
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rough now on a steady decline, you can |
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throw stones enough to ease the tide. |
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It's not fair, to drag you into this I, |
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confess, it seems your happiest when, |
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your not here, in this dark dead house. |
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young man embarrassed to be you, stone love it cuts til it bleeds through. |
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come back you know that I need you, another day of trying to fall through. |
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a small ship, lost in a hurricane, |
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a few years, bury your dead today, |
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You can't stop her, walking away. |
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and i've been crazy, thinking of all the time, |
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wasted, picking at glassy eyes. |
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You can't stop her, walking away |
