white knuckled reeling.
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we try to slip past feeling.
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something's wrong.
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we haven't heard a word we've said.
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and if we did.
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it's lost to us now.
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we pass blame like time.
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eyes shut and hands to side.
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and we wreck us all
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Pillbox
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| Planes Mistaken For Stars |
