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try not to tell me anything i don't already know |
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steal limits for surprises |
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make legacies for shows |
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you can catch me in the hallways |
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pressing footprints in the floors |
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to trace the steps of cosmic creepers |
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that jump from door to door |
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when i look inside my body |
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there is no way to see my heart |
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all my pieces feel so heavy |
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people call, "it's time to start" |
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peering in for sights and smells |
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but what they'll see they'll never tell |
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the simple wits to keep us hinged |
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a universal craving followed by an epic binge |
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if i have the time i'll be kissing minutes |
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and saving love for every season |
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to give me reasons that help me |
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help me on my way |
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when i look inside my body |
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there is no way to see my heart |
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all my pieces feel so heavy |
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people call, "it's time to start" |
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when i look inside my body |
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there is no way to see my heart |
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always try to keep things steady |
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but sometimes things just fall apart |
