this is the point
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where the eye and I don't meet
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this is the point
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that spells defeat
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i have watched your unlove
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written like tabloids
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i had to stumble on buying my food
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there you were
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unfolded in headlines and horror
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i love all those bits of you
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i love all those bits of you
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on the hardwood floor
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where the bird imitates our fighting
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you put the golf show on
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to avoid my crying
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you cup your arm to care
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where the hurt went in
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and well, why does it hurt?
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complications of leftover racisms
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why does it hurt?
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you start the road trip off with accusations
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of why does it
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feel like i've been run over in traffic
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scratchin in the dust of someone's leavin
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punches in my gut
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oh look i'm bleeding
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not for you, for me this time, this time
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not for you, for me
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this time
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just for the record, there is no record
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it's a problem
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there is no "this is what you said"
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that's already gone
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all we have are our love
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and our guts baby
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all we have are our love
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and our guts baby
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they're all over the road
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you don't know the difference
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between anger and pissed off
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one is doing and one is feeling
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one is doing and one is feeling
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and i'm feeling
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i'm feeling
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feels like i've been run over in traffic
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scratchin at the dust of someone's leaving
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punches in my gut
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oh look i'm bleeding
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not for you, for me this time, this time
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not for you, for me
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this time
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i need to be healed
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i need to be healed
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just saying it does it
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just smashing it crushes it
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just loving it douses it
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just saying it does it
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just smashing it crushes it
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just loving it douses it
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just loving it douses it
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feels like i been run over in traffic
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scratching at the dust of someone leaving
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punches in my gut
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oh look- i'm bleeding
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not for you, for me this time, this time
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not for you, for me.
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not for you, for me.
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