it was always you
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i can't recall the colour of the sky
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but that's not important
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we were walking down the hill
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when i noticed that you were limping
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so i bent down to examine your paw
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i can see something
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a speck of white in your pad
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i've got it in between my fingernails
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it's growing
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i'm pulling it
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it's growing
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why doesn't it hurt?
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why doesn't it hurt?
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hurt?
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it came out cleanly
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there was no mess
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a gigantic anchor made out of bone
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we left it at the side of the pavement and walked on
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i could hear you laughing
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The Colour Of The Sky
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Pale Saints |