an obvious display
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of feelings that have dissipated
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and i don't have a clue where to start
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you wouldn't let me near you
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so i settled for the fear that you'd be
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happy with me six feet in the ground
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i will crash when your mood defeats me
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circle of trash swirls around beneath me
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i feel paralyzed most every time you come around to meet me
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stuck in a place that i don't remember
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was it sunday or last november
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i feel paralyzed most every time you come around to meet me
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emotions vaporize
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they disappear before my eyes
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i wish for things that sadly have come true
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so if i tried to make it right
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and if i found my appetite
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i'd eat away at all the pain i seem to bring to you
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Paralyzed
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| Bob Mould |
