Make up to segregate
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What I think you talk about too much
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Say words to fill some space
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Makes mistakes rerun around too much
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I think that you're afraid
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Displaying better thoughts could blame you happy
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What a shame
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Made up binding wrists to bed posts
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Armored self-esteems play midnight hosts
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Comforts resting blanket despair
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Whirlwinds serve you circles once again
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Flute Song
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| Bugs In Amber |
