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hello i'm sitting here
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thinking and writing
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writing and talking
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withoiut you
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situated in the corner of the corner
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so far from nothing
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suspecting not accepting
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that it's true
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it really hits me when
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i'm walking into the market
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i hear things i used to say
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is it wrong to be here anyway
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fade away
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what was i thinking when i thought i could make you stay
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what was i thinking when i thought i was right
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not nothin'
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i'm on to something here
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it's all becoming clear
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clearly confusing
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less than amusing
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castrated like a corpse to a corner
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forgetful not regretful
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of what i am
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its really hits me when i'm
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hanging with other monkeys
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thinking of shit to say
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is it wrong to be here anyway
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i'm on to something here
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it's something i'm on to something
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but it's really nothing
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Not Nothin
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