Blindfolded and back to the door.
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I'm sitting silent with these open arms ready to strange me.
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Cut the air out entirely.
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Everytime I see your face,
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the space between always tends to suffocate you and me.
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Maybe we can start with the weather...just maybe.
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Then say what we have to say, whenever...or maybe not.
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Thought you should know it's not OK with me.
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The way you walked away.
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Colder shoulders chill to the bone.
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The way you left me feeling disowned.
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I want you to know I wouldn't have given up.
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Hark. Hark.
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A knock at the door.
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Who goes there?
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Someone from before I was unstable.
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Let me bring that to the table.
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Zero Tolerance Drum Policy
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| None More Black |
