words i keep in here.
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thoughts that make me scared.
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always seem to show.
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your eyes let me know you know.
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it's not you. it's all me.
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as if me taking all the blame would make you feel much better now.
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but all lights burn out.
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what i'd like to say.
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is that staying friends is okay.
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but you and me we know.
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that in one heart love would grow.
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same time tomorrow.
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when i wake up.
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will the violins be playing.
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when my heart finally opens.
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will you be there to embrace me.
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because it's all so crazy now.
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it's all so fucked up now.
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i always thought that i.
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would find what i lack in you
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Will The Violins Be Playing?
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| Last Days Of April |
