in the wake of our denial the world
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turns over. and we're dressed up to
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lay to rest a feeliing from the
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inside helps us get back to bashful eyes
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so beautiful when we're gravestones
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away from feeling beneath the ground
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is there comfrot, a meaning oh we're so
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dangerously close to falling feel the
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fall of forlorn lovers and just think if
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we were made to settle for each other
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that's how we designed it and hide
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behind it. and stay close to those like
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they are to us anomolies of our own
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thinking.
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Matchmaker's Haven
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| Hopesfall |
