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Powder in your hair |
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Staples in your jeans |
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Fireworks in the water |
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You were holding |
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A styro-foam cup |
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Held between your teeth |
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Telling me how you're going to outlive your body |
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What you said I wrote it down, I wont say, I won't speak - the same |
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Maybe I know better than to read more from what's written |
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After everything, after everything. |
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Left in the sun, shivering. |
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After everything. |
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Gathering your stone |
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Talk to fill the space |
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Do you know where some soul was, when they were --- |
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The women that we see, to talk me out of everything |
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Careful what you say next, don't waste a scene, you're drunk |
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What you said I wrote it down, wont say, wont speak - the same |
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After everything, after everything. |
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Left in the sun, shivering. |
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After everything. |
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Maybe I know better than to read more than what's there |
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After everything, after everything. |
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Left in the sun, shivering. |
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After everything. |
