Redefining the words you once said to me,
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i got left behind, in the bottemless pit i call me.
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Long week pull myself together,
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i lost the bitter taste of ash,
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she never listened to you before,
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what makes you think shell listen now?
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Coarse hearts of resin stopped leaking,
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my fingernails grew back,
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no shotgun wedding,
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just pleased that, the bride was dressed in black.
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We know what we want we cant have,
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so we look to our troops depleted,
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prism lights, a new way, no blinkers.
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Ive stopped counting, the hairs on your head,
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its on your head.
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Its enticing to sit and feel sorry for me
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when my bedrooms rising,
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with wine, beer and old takeaways.
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Chip Mammy
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Farse |