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Days are going faster than |
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I ever could keep up |
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Overwhelming, the bed |
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I've tried to make so perfectly |
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I surrender my hands |
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BEHIND my head |
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You read me |
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There's a harvest buried in the bottom of the sky |
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And I'm thinking what will then become of you, |
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I'M Analyzing your |
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MOVEMENTS when you're here |
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ON REPEAT. |
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You know well when it hits me |
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It could raise these bones again |
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And I wish that the rumbling |
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It would shake me 'til |
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I'm still |
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If you're walking and nothing's turning out the way |
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I planned |
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Armaggedon is flooding through the living room and |
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I, triumphant, stand off dead |
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INTENT. We didn't |
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Call it off now, dramatic as |
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I'm ever going to be |
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Second chances are slipping off the cliffs of this defeat |
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And I'm packing my |
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BAG again without |
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My car keys |
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You know well when it hits me |
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It could raise these bones again |
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And I wish that the rumbling |
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It would shake me 'til |
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I'm still |
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Say it like you mean |
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Mean it like you said it to me |
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Now it's out of |
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THESE hands |
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You cant tear us apart |
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Because there's nothing to mend |
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You know well |
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You know well |
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You know well |
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When it hits me |
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It could raise these bones again |
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And I wish that the rumbling |
