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I'd like to believe |
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In one thing that |
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You'd say to me |
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Would you like to leave |
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When i try to talk it all |
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It turns out to be |
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Turn on the stove |
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In the little tiny room |
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That our friend calls a home |
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My head fills with heat |
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From the knife in your hand |
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To mine |
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I'd like to understand |
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What you think about why |
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It seems so bad |
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It's only escape |
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From everything i know i'm weak |
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I know that i'm sad |
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Turn on the stove |
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In the tiny little room |
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That our friend calls a home |
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My head fills with heat |
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From the knife in your hand |
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To mine |
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Sand |
