Now it evens out between black and white.
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A victim of choice, so matter of factly said:
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"I'm working on the best two out of three."
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In half-time we move, lines blurring fact and fiction.
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We merely improvise.
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You wonder about the truth and which version's mine.
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What's wrong with losing myself in things I might have said to you?
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Think about it now and all those things I should have said,
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have trouble getting through.
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Just speak my peace and turn away.
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Somewhere it evens out betweeen wrong and right.
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If given the chance, feet first she would jump right in.
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Her heart will burn to ashes either way.
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In half-time we move, lines blurring fact and fiction.
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We merely improvise.
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You wonder about the truth and which version's mine.
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What's wrong with losing myself in things I might have said to you?
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Think about it now and all those things I should have said,
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have trouble getting through.
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Feeling less remembered.
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Losing myself in things I might have said to you.
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You never seemed to care at all.
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Just speak my peace and turn away.
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Stutter
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| Haste |
