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It's harder than I thought to walk away from you |
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It's easier to know you're tryin' hard |
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Black bottle never eventually musing |
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You dead, dumb tree |
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Don't fall on me |
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Skinnier and tired |
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I see you walk |
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Although that book's all read in Revelation |
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How did I black out a crucial thought that |
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mostly on my death be resolutions? |
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And it was all gone on |
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From the house to the yard |
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It's not my fault |
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No it's not my fault |
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Strength it never comes to me like it once did |
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and neediness eventually tames me |
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I wait through the wait |
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A final embrace |
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Anyway I couldn't leave you here together |
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You rotten black root |
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I feed from you |
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So soothe my wounds |
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And let me move |
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Skinnier and tired |
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You're not alone |
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You remind me of all my brother's faults |
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Livin' in a morgue |
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A hopin' ward |
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Your skin is nothin' more than a reaction |
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To the rotten black root |
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Always choose |
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Please move |
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And let me through |
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You dead, dumb tree |
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Don't fall on me |
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Let me see |
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Let me breathe |
