With a light of this match
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I could burn this place to the ground
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then fire engines'd scream down
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crowded streets onto the scene
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and then I'd make it rain numb myself
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to never say your name
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that i've uttered in anger
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said with confusion
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laughed over nervously
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said without sympathy
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I must always remember....
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there's no point to surrendur
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no more smiles; revolving like turnstiles
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no more deliberation; analytical creations
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See I'm incapable, a predepressionist
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this is delivered with courage
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muddled in tension
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lashed out in honesty
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someone come and save me
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I'm dying to tell you this kills it forever
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it was already dead
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I'm dying to tell you this kills us forever
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we were already dead
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and i'm just fine
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I haven't called you but i haven't had the time
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these thoughts are stale
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I've been revolving like turnstiles
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Turnstiles
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| Lawrence Arms |
