No regrets I say as he slips through my fingers.
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What's unexpected can't be expected to last.
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Attempts are futile.
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I can't disguise my disappointment.
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This haunting reoccurrence, the reassurance
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that his pen and paper are soaked with images of me.
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Do you still think of me?
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These times of change I deserve all that is coming to me.
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Give anything for a chance to get away.
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I'd risk everything if I knew what was stopping me.
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I've only scratched the surface and yet my nails begin to bleed.
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What's left inside will remain hidden.
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These ties that bind my hands are so hard to see.
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I'm so afraid of missing out on something I lose myself in the threat of no guarantees.
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Oh these times of change I deserve all that is coming to me.
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Give anything for a chance to get away from here.
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I'd risk everything if I knew what was stopping me.
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London, We Deserve Everything
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| Ettison Clio |
