it’s a story about
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a street named “Decision”
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lays open the skin
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with its painful incision
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erasure
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it’s time to rest
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erase your
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complicated mess
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a sharp dressed narcotic
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that drips dark red
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keeps you smiling
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when you say it’s ok
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it’s breaking me
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with breathtaking ease
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erasure
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rub me out
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erase your
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panic anxiety
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truth be told
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I never liked her around
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but she kept coming around between us
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I can hear you
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pioneer you
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whisper near you
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fire and virtue
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got to keep a light burning all day
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whatever
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happened to
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old-fashioned
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face value
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straight talking
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went out with
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June brides and fashion queens
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it’s a story about a street named “Decision”
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lays open the skin with its painful incision
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your words are guns
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and they are loaded
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Erasure
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| Brazil |
