The girl you used to tease is
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rolling up her sleeves.
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She finds everything she needs
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in the pages of the books she reads.
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So angry all she tastes is flame.
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Her heart it churns in beats like trains.
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What you do and don't believe,
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doesn't mean a thing to me.
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Who we "are," to some degree,
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are the promises we choose to keep.
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We will speak before we know.
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Will we reach but never go?
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We are all flame.
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Take drugs and stay awake for days.
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In Beats Like Trains
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| Sunday's Best |
