If I could just begin
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To forget where I have been
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Maybe we wouldn't be here,
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But I pace withing a haze.
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I keep bumping into days
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And waiting for them to end.
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These complicated words are coming down.
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I've searched for them so long it's comical
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These complicated words are coming down.
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And I've been searching so long.
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I've been tounge-tied, tired and sick.
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Like I'm training for the end.
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I have been gasping for air,
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I've been training for the end.
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And I should've known better,
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But I thought we were clear
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(there I go thinking again).
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Now look at our broken bones,
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They want to heal but they don't,
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We've nothing but tape to mend them.
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The End
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| Hot Water Music |
