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Well he isn't well |
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Well he isn't well |
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He feels indiferent to the point in time he went through again |
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Some is a riot |
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Some is a riot |
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A promise made in the dark |
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Seems to mean nothing at all |
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She's still harms him |
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Mighty way too hard to enjoy tonight |
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That's just what we like |
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To tell ourselves |
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God we're all alike |
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He's had it since she came to him |
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The eve that she leaves |
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The eve that she leaves |
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He caught and face conclusions so developed an obsession to hide |
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They say it's ok I guess it's ok |
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Cause when everything's constantly change |
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It might be too late to set it straight |
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But that's alright |
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That's just what we like |
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To tell ourselves |
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Oh god we're all alike |
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He's had it since she came to him |
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Some of it will make sense |
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And the rest will be pay in full |
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Some of it will make sense |
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And the rest will be pay in full |
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Some of it will make sense |
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And the rest will be pay in full |
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Some of it will make sense |
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And the rest will be paid in full |
