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Stopped keeping score |
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Like you keep score |
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It finally does not mean shit to me anymore |
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I crumple it up |
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Throw it away |
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It's just a way to keep track of how well my hands are played |
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What I want I've always found a way to have |
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Got past \"no\" a long fucking time ago |
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The only thing that I can't buy more of is time |
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How could I believe that the hour glass would ever get this thin? |
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I never listened |
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I should have listened |
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But I will fill what is left of my days |
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With the the things that I love the most |
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What I hate gets pushed to the side of my plate |
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When I ride you know that those trumpets play |
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I've never known a bliss like this |
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I'll burn this whole place down |
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Roll right out of this fucking town |
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Before I become the things that I despise |
