Excuses and another i suppose
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I'll wait until it shuts off
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How am i not myself?
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This would be much faster
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How and i not myself?
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This could spell disaster
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The excuses i breath
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Are not only leaving
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They repeat
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Oh one on one
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How i miss you
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In a crowded room
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The same way they parley
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How and i not myself?
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This would be much faster
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How am i not myself?
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This could spell...
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The excuses i breath are not only leaving
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They repeat
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I need to get out!
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Profane etching on our bare walls
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With profanity sketched on blank walls
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Which only wait for an ill fated end
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I am swallowing every single word
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I'll escape by standing right where i am
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The Dutch Are Practical, It's A Hub
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