Barely able to keep the lids open
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At times I might think I need the rest
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but who would want to go back there?
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It's already hard enough to say I need it.
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bad memories and good times.
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Keep me from believing that I can still jump off.
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No longer, no longer the same.
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you grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location.
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Standing still becomes a chore.
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Anxious to get the pavement moving.
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The easy solution to this and everything else is to move on.
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It comes equipped with the last word.
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they find ways to drag you along
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and dismantle what you created.
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It's already hard enough to say I need it
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Bad memories and good times.
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Keep me from believing that I can still jump off.
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No longer, no longer the same.
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You grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location.
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Standing still becomes a chore.
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Anxious to get the pavement moving.
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Happiness is not having to lie on the floor dead alone.
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Happiness is not having to...
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Meeting Again For The First Time
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| Poison The Well |
