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what I meant to say |
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is that I didn't mean to say |
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the things I said |
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cornered, cut and rolled |
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and going mouthful mad |
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with things I never said to you |
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all this time |
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all these words |
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and I'm not even close |
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what I thought I said |
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was that I didn't think to say |
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the things I thought |
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summer sight and mind |
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I count to ten inside |
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and lie a whitish lie again |
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all this time |
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all these words |
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and still I'm going 'round |
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a thousand yards out |
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cut me in half to read |
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the words running red through me |
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cut me in half to free |
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the tumours and memories |
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all this time |
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all these words |
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what else can I say? |
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what else can I say? |
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all this time |
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all these words |
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and still I haven't said |
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what I meant to say |
