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The wall breaks on the phone if at all, if you call. |
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A hole from which to see your head, |
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If words are dead. |
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Some things always stay the same. |
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How you looked wet from all the rain. |
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Like lavender the smell of your hair, |
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Silly errs postponing your despair. |
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And I'll wait, I'll wait. |
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Take a ticket to my own fate. |
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Maybe I'm too late. |
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And this wall breaks on the phone it at all, if you call. |
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A hole from which to see your head, |
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If words are dead. |
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Some things always stay the same. |
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How you looked wet from all the rain. |
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Some things always stay the same. |
