this is forgiven
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if the uniform fits
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postponed
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at the first showing
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this is the tension mold
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of frozen icicles
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and it feels like it's snowing
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you speak in tongues
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tremors that warn us of ourselves
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born in hearts
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etched in cold
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at the first showing
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(walk away)
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nothing bleeds the same
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my travel expenses paid
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postponed
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at the first showing
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this dance is out of rhythm
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we trip on excess steps
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postponed
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at the first showing
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you speak in tongues
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tremors that warn us of ourselves
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born in hearts
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etched in cold
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swingsets pay
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the playground toll
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tremors that hold us
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tremors that warn us
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nothing bleeds like
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198d
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| At The Drive-In |
