My Roman numeral came
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As "one" and "I" are both the same
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She curves just like the wick
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Of a burning candle's dancing flame
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These vultures were in love,
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Always circling high above
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Picked each other apart,
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Hungry for the other's heart
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Real fun, let's all underachieve
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Failed to dispel the myth
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Every time is always ending with
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The sharp end of a star
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Stabbing me right through my heart
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She's gone and I'm beyond
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A color scheme of loneliness
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Now my Roman numeral is lost
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As "one" and "I" are now divorced
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Your wishes are my command
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Real fun, let's all underachieve
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Crawling out of rotted woodwork
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It stings to breathe
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When I don't even know what to do with myself
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Real fun, let's all underachieve
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Woodwork
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| Cave-In |
