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what is this weariness that waits for you shrug |
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you press your ankle against my arm |
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this is the pressure that i love |
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you always recommended it |
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could be the door |
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could be the phone |
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for any intent or purpose |
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your not home |
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your up against the wall |
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no real impression like breath on glass |
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ive got the apple in me too |
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people are bluer then they ever imagined they might be |
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looking through the boxes in the basement |
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who were you then |
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your restlessness is emptier |
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then the room we used to live in |
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here's wishing you the best |
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the rest is always better left unsaid |
