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I cut my fingers on a broken picture frame |
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The welling up waxes and wanes |
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It's not fair and it hasn't been |
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All my friends are living saints |
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It's been killing me for weeks |
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A garden weed that cracks concrete |
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It hasn't been fair for long |
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Growing up isn't moving on |
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Do you miss our broken reason or the nights spent treating |
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Troubles and normalcy to bottles and comedies? |
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You forgot your necklace upstairs on purpose |
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It was your golden ticket scam and it always made us laugh |
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Do you see me as your acquaintance? |
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Your death by time, age and long distance? |
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Broken picture frame |
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The welling up waxes and wanes |
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It's not fair and it hasn't been |
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All my friends are living saints |
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It's been killing me for weeks |
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A garden weed that cracks concrete |
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It hasn't been fair for long |
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Growing up isn't moving on |
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All my friends are living saints |
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Living saints, living saints |
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Broken still but never breaking ties |
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Broken still but never breaking |
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Broken still but never breaking ties |
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Moving on |
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I never pictured this |
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Disperse in fall and don't reminisce |
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See it's just not fair |
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Not everyone's moved on |
