with this being said
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every petal's come off again
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and fell to the floor
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every word again
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it's not like it ever meant
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everything we'd hoped
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all this said
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every word again
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it's never been harder to fall
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there's nothing to grab and that's
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all i want to hold onto
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just another sweep and it'll be fine
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but this carpet's got hills and i
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can't see this helping at all
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throw away what you say
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well then watch it all wash away
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will it wash ashore
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who'd have thought it could float
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even grow enough to make its own
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way back alone
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all this said
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every word again
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it's never been harder to fall
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there's nothing to grab and that's
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all i want to hold onto
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just another sweep and it'll be fine
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but this carpet's got hills and i
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can't see this helping at all
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The Mountain Range In My Living Room
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| The Early November |
