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Whisper sweet nothings while fate spits in my face
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I’ve got a heathy body but my soul is out of place
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nothing else you say could bring me down
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and now you want me to come back around
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Your friends condemn you cuz they know you’re wrong
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the two faces in your mirror have been starin back for so long
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pack up your bags for the matter laid at hand
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and come settle down with me in my wasteland
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Should i take you back, should i even try
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should i think you made me the better guy
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now i can’t lie, i don’t know why, that i cry
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future plans lost down a stream of piss
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and all the raw emotion that i can’t list
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on stars i wish, i must insist, that i can’t stand this
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abyss
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Wasteland
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| Roller Chair Derby |
