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Drivin hard through your friend |
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Gotta find a way to mend |
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The less we see, the more it grows |
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Festering out of control |
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Piled High |
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You get that face, |
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I wonder why we ever got it together |
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What's to say |
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Just no clue, we just know what to do |
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Hope it comes together |
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It's the norm, float again |
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It's the stuff you said you send |
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Take it in, wait to see |
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If its enough, just 'cause it's free |
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Push too far |
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Feel the skin begin to scar |
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Can't really put it together |
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Now it's a drag |
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With no hope of coming back |
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How can you ever get it together? |
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Bottled up, stored away |
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Always ready to give way |
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Push it farther, yeah we know |
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Clinging, hoping it won't glow |
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Piled High |
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You get that face, |
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I wonder why we ever got it together |
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Push too far |
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Feel the skin begin to scar |
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Can't really pull it together |
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About to crack |
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With no hope of coming back |
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How'd we ever get it together |
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What's to say |
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Just no clue, we just know what we do |
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Hope it comes together |
