Called to see if your back
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was still aligned and your sheets
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were growing grass all on the corners of your bed
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But you've got too much to wear on your sleeves
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it has too much to do with me
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and secretly I want to bury in the yard
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the grey remains of a friendship scarred
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You told us of your new life there
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you got someone comin' around
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gluing tinsel to your crown
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he's got you talking pretty loud
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you berate remember your ailing heart and your criminal eyes
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you say you're still in love
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if it's true what can be done
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it's hard to leave all those moments behind
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You tested your metal of doe's skin and petals
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while kissing the lipless
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who bleed all the sweetness away
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Kissing The Lipless
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| Iron Horse |
