you are immersed in your own guilty pleasure
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your tongue will never reach the bottom of the bottle
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do I make you wet?
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i can surely guess that your eyes
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will never open again
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prespiration seeping through
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there's nothing left but receiving for all we do
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What happened to my confidence?
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I disappear as the paper breathes me in.
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it's clear to see you're becoming short of breath
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I know this all too well
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I'm frightened to see what you've become
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ten stories told as the tears fall
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What happened to my confidence?
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I disappear as the paper breathes me in.
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I'll get through this
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your comatose kiss
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I better watch my back
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cuz that cut was close
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breathe in breathe out
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a smile sparked contingent on all my effort to comfort you
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breathe in breathe out
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a smile sparked contingent on all my effort to
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Fear Will Keep Them In Line
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| Versus The Mirror |
