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between the stacks in the library |
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not like anyone stopped to see |
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we came they went, our bodies spent |
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among the dust and the microfiche |
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dark winters wear you down |
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up again to see the dawn |
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in your worn sweatshirt |
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and your mothers old skirt |
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its enough to turn my studies down |
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now that you feel, you say its not real |
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now that you feel, you say its not real |
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i never thought i would come of age |
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let alone on a moldy page |
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you put your back to the spines |
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and you said it was fine if theres nothing really left to say |
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youre taking toffee with your vicodin |
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something sweet to forget about him |
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if you go your own way i will go my own way |
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and well never speak of it again |
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now that you feel, you say its not real |
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now that you feel, you say its not real |
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dont check me out |