Forget the phone call it was just a fluke,
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Like some static running free in the air.
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The night was lonely,
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The cable was fucked.
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The wine in the glass left a ring.
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Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad.
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Lying around imagining the touch I never had.
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Who is the patron saint of aphasia?
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I had a speech once prepared and rehearsed,
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But forgot how to speak for a day.
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It’s like an answer on the tip of your tongue,
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Where the words fall apart and decay.
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I tried to forget by laughing.
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I tried to forget by drinking.
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Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad.
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Lying around imagining the touch I never had.
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Who is the patron saint of dysphasia?
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Carthage Must Be Destroyed
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| Sorry About Dresden |
