Fortunately, I've got enough to realize
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This is growing old.
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The promises, you saw the shallow footsteps in the snow
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That you would cover up.
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Continuously, I have seen the centuries in your eyes
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Now I'm growing up, the swerve that rocks your boat
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Leaves no buckets in the shroud. You want show in all
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You need show in all.
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I'm wound down by it all. I'm wound down by it all.
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Take my innocent relieve, take my shattered unappease
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I'm going down.
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In Compton got on dying, if he is not already long dead
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The only place for languages, the remnants of these bandages
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That we've (???) while they're wrapped around my head
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The subtle tulip thread that's filling me
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Is deep in it's capillary
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Fortunately, I've got enough to realize
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This is growing old.
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This is growing old.
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I'm wound down by it all. I'm wound down by it all.
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Take my innocent relieve, take my shattered unappease
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I'm going down.
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Early Retirement
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| Little Comets |
