I was lost in these last few years.
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Drag these bones to our graves.
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I was lost in the future we had.
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A cease-fire agreement for now.
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Clocks and calendars scream at me, mocking time.
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Me and everyone spend our days, walking lines.
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Things get different each day.
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Creeping back through the latest escape.
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Do you remember it's me?
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Can you forget the grief?
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Let's remove the tanks.
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Let's call back the troops.
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Comfort and control.
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It's unwinding me.
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I can't change any faster.
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I can't stop my own disaster.
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My Own Disaster
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| Small Brown Bike |
