A bar top divided
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with a stare at long eyes to hear ears
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hung on, a question that it might not work
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last call, somewhere
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should i go home or stay here
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hold me up dear a toast
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to the one who poured out my regrets
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a call to air, I'll intake one last
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I'll follow you home
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Don't hold me up if your arms are breaking
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I can't tell you enough
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It's discouraging when you say
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Please hear me out with a curse to accent
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The sentences you make
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The sentences that make me ask
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A silence recited as my voice just distorts in her ears
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Rung out
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Obsessive that she might solve all her problems
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Should I hold on to my fears
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Hear me out dear
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A toast
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Everything you ever wanted died in the bottom of a bottle
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You will never stomach
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but you will never throw it up
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A version of a virgin purified by a bleeding heart you ruined my life
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And it's neverending
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This air spoiled by the times when you were here
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And I feel like trying a new design where your heart is put in a case
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And I find that the beating just breaks down the walls
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Hold me up dear
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Should I go home or stay here
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Hold me up dear
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Should I hold on to my fears
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Alcohol And Oxygen
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