I remember giving up the gory details
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And it left me tongue-tied (such an elementary sickness)
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Now I don't want to think and I don't want to feel
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I wasn't aware that this was part of the deal
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When I put my finger on a greater expectation
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But just my luck, I lack the patience of a statesman
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And all of my language will fail to convey
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That I'm terribly twisted around what I say
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And the message I threw away
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I don't have it now
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I don't have it now
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I don't have it now
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I don't have it now
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So I keep hiding and it only grows to hurt me
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But time is wasting and I'm watching it desert me
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I'm digging a hole and I'm making it deep
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And I'm starting to question the hours that I keep
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And the answer that I put to sleep
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I don't have it now
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I don't have it now
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I don't have it now
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I don't have it now
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And so I'm writing with the hope that someone's reading
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For all to likely runs the risk of me repeating
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But I don't have the guts to prevent the decay
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And I'm terribly twisted around what I say
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And the courage that I threw away
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I don't have it now
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I don't have it now
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I don't have it now
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I don't have it now
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Throwaway
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| Posies |
