I looked at what
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I thought you were
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Faking
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And then I put up
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The walls I¡¯d been making
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It¡¯s so clear, that pushing
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You away,
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Could be the only way
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It¡¯s so clear
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That all the mindless
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Games, could only fan
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The flames
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I looked at what I
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Thought you were saying
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The distance is not the
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Cause,
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It¡¯s in the wanting
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Don¡¯t get to caught up
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In what I¡¯m saying
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It¡¯s so clear
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That all I need
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Is right here
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But I¡¯m too blind to see it
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And I should try to stay here,
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But I¡¯m too scared to do it
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I looked at what I want from you now.
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So Clear
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| Slaves On Dope |
