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Call me a coward, it's so fitting. |
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I flee from open doors. They are |
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Creaking, cracking open, and I |
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Will never escape them all. I |
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Will proceed in fear. For what is |
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Yet to come, I don't know, but |
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I'll carry on. I'll carry on. I'm farther and farther from all |
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That I once held. Call me a |
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Coward, it's so fitting. I flee |
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From open doors. They are |
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Creaking, cracking open, and there |
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Is no way I'll ever escape them |
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All. I've tried so hard to |
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Conspire against the ever present |
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Threat time has on me. It is threatening what I call home. I |
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Hold tighter and tighter but I |
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Know I've never been that strong. |
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Call me a coward it's so fitting. |
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I flee from open doors. They are |
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Creaking, cracking open, and there |
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Is no way I'll ever escape them |
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All. I said I would sail the |
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Roughest of seas to find some |
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Peace, but I'm backing out again. Cuz I want my oceans in a spoon where they're short and shallow; something that I can swallow |
