lines in my face are becoming more apparent
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i stare with the same eyes as my moms parent
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people i can be scared with are the ones to cherish
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and i hope some day i'll be able to say that i shared it
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here's a bottle opener, pop open your coping mechanisms
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cold turkey and polka bags of personalities
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bind them together merging spring and december lending
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an effort to your own hand reaping the benefits of your amenities
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one by one binding simple browns
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sky blue eyes color antartic episodes of the world spinning itself around
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Tuesdays turned itself to Wednesdays numb sounds
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Of voices in dreams turning out to be trains making the rounds
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I planned this, I'm going to where I've seen supplements
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Causing glacier items to form and melt under my skin
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I am an auction, a faculty, a reaction to this pasty planet's purpose
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and honestly, sometimes that makes me nervous
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but through wrinkles on faces, grey hairs and slow downs
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through chords, shelters, meeting, molars, gold crowns
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Ghost towns, sold out shows to no one around
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The lines in my face will undoubtedly have become their own sound
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lines in my face are becoming more apparent
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i stare with the same eyes as my moms parent
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people i can be scared with are the ones to cherish
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and i hope some day i'll be able to say that i shared it
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lines in my face are becoming more apparent
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i stare with the same eyes as my moms parent
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people i can be scared with are the ones to cherish
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and i hope some day i'll be able to say that i shared it
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This goes out those who answer the questions I have
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and this one goes to growing old inside of my mask
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This one is for the 20th day of consistency
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that marked the point in time, where my principals lifted me
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One must actlamate to the mud if they dont know their own dirt
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and be fascinated with the blood, sweat, and tears it takes to work
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and if one forget the three liquid rules for too many years
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they'll have a hard time treading water in ambitious pools with peers
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Quite a bit of bottled up pressure involved with corking issues
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according to the finish line, one should ever persistent misuse
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you might just get to where your going in pause on all your scars
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and I'd never want to go anywhere else out of fears of it being too far
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let's make an conscious effort to kill our dead weight paths
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and drag the carcases along the carpets of those who do our math
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so everybody can see first hand exactly what it takes us
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to acquire the impression of the journeys on our faces
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lines in my face are becoming more apparent
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i stare with the same eyes as my moms parent
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people i can be scared with are the ones to cherish
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and i hope some day i'll be able to say that i shared it
|
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lines in my face are becoming more apparent
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i stare with the same eyes as my moms parent
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people i can be scared with are the ones to cherish
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and i hope some day i'll be able to say that i shared it
|
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lines in my face are becoming more apparent
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i stare with the same eyes as my moms parent
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people i can be scared with are the ones to cherish
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and i hope some day i'll be able to say that i shared it
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Lines In My Face
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| Chronic Future |
