I? believed?emory might mirror no reflections on me,
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I? believed?hat in forgetting I might set myself free.
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But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat
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And then I choked.
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I bled? tried to hide the heart from the head.
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And I? said I bled?n the arms of a girl I'd barely met.
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And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground
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And then I drowned.
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And if I can't see it? for want ofÍáou
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You said, "I see"
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If there's nothing here then it? probably mine
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My?y turn to see?f there's nothing here it will always be mine, mine
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But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat
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And then I choked.
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I? guess I've learned the taste of days that will always burn.
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I? guess I've learned if it? in the corner of my eye I can't always turn.
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And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground?nd then I drowned.
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And if I can't see it? for want ofÍáou
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You.
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For Want Of
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