Love is an awkward rhyme
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Spoken poorly all the time
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Needing that one perfect line
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To have it all make sense
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And it's hard to understand
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Your doing everything you can
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To see a format or a plan
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But you get lost in your own pretense
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And hours seem like days
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After confessions and praise
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When inhibition strays along with thoughts of consequences
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In a fit of inspiration
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And too much information
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With no hesitation to get it of your chest
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Here I am
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And as always you
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And as always you
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Stray
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As things start to settle
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Talk to me on the level
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You're a victim and a rebel no matter what you wear
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You had your soliloquy and now you feel guilty
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All alone you look silly
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Real moments are so unfair
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Here I am
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And as always you
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And as always you
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Stray
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Here I am
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And as always you
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And as always you
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Stray
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Some days are meant to be
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This sign from god you finally see
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No crucifix starts to bleed you only got your way
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And perspective's creeping in
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But it's fickle as the wind
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And you're proud of all your sins and
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Everything you've got to say
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No one's seeing through ya
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And you don't care do ya
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This feeling has immune you
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You simply walk away
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You wishing end of evolution and counter revolution
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You feel an absolution and here you want to stay...
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Here I am
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And as always you
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And as always you
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Stray
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Stray
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| The Trews |
