we've watched the lines form in our faces
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and the smoke fall and break to code
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from our hands
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and a message missed was a message read
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we can never leave the regrets we've wed
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we've loved too little
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and it's cut us to our quick
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we sleep in the seconds between a swing and a hit
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Bastards
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Planes Mistaken For Stars |