What excuses do you make? Happiness is hard to find.
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I didn't catch a break. Maybe I am dying inside? February,
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been so lonely. It's been so long since I felt your touch,
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and I couldn't care less if I deserve this.
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I will never survive the sting inflicted.
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Sever all ties. Follow procedure. Pledge abstinence.
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Fuck at your leisure. Breathe in then out, but not out then in.
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Cause over function. Restart again.
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I need to see my dreams as I close my eyes.
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Remembering nothing and begging for light.
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All the trees, all the birds, and this thing called life.
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I'd stake it all for forty acres and a trophy wife.
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Dust gathers on the books that contain our past,
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and we're but peons in a circuit built by time to last.
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Repeat, repeat, as we've done before. Our history all lost in war.
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When the last of our cities are but powder and dust,
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the damned who remain live with God in the glory of us.
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February, been so lonely. It's been so long, since I felt you.
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I could care less if I deserve this. I won't survive the sting inflicted
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Repeat, repeat, as we've done before. Our history all lost in war.
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Repeat, repeat, as we've done before. Our history all lost in war.
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Repeat, repeat.
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Repeat, repeat.
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Repeat, repeat.
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Repeat, repeat.
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Tree Village
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| Dance Gavin Dance |
