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Will not come home. |
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Tepid and cold, |
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crawling lessons to the fold. |
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Trace it by line, |
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light in the ground |
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feeling the face to the sound. |
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Now I can't walk. |
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I can barely run and the walls will travel on. |
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Tear it into you, loss giving it all to you. |
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Here have wait and here we sit. |
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All the help gathering now, |
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learn to be fly through what's left. |
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All they sell, got it in me. |
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Floating the soft in the stream. |
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No one can run, I can barely walk. |
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Move on now, travel on. |
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Terrible but I'm giving it all away. |
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No one here I say. |
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Forest me, best to give. |
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Hold on, hold on... |