Sitting close, under hush of mother told me
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We're not waiver
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We load you on cities too much
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It is too
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Take this cross
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Somehow I'm lost without my anchor
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Cut this rope I never wash
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I am sunk with out this anchor
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Now I'm struck with the beauty of this favor
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It is too much
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Now I'm numb wanna cut me with their razors
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Well, they will cut you with their razors
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We spoke soft we lived across i was unstable
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We load you on cities too much
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It is too
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Now I'm struck with the beauty of this favor
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It is too much
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Now I'm numb wanna cut me with their razors
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Well, they will cut you with their razors
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Simple Favor
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Knapsack |