do I murder
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when I forget you from afar
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too drunk on the poison of endless roads
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and the countless smokey bars
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but tension is to be loved
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when it is like a passing note
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to a beautiful, beautiful chord
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do I murder us
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putting pavement through my veins
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shooting in that special heroin
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for the seeking and displaced
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but tension is to be loved
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when it is like a passing note
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to a beautiful, beautiful chord
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Tension (Is A Passing Note)
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| Sixpence None The Richer |
