through the remains i have been sorting
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seeking refuge underneath flourescent skies
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an apocalypse of pity
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i know she is safe and building her disguise
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bracing for the scavengers
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who reign upon my humble domain
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fills my face with anger
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into permanent distortion
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i'm ugly getting over you
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it's what you wanted
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you're gorgeous running out of me
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it's what you wanted
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i'm ugly getting over you
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i know that you're more beautiful now
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everday's survival lesson
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brings another scarring session to sustain
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i anticipate a lesion
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it's a chemical reaction to my pain
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7,000 weathered faces
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hide my beautiful and buried smile
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sleeping seems to be the greatest medication
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i'm switching channels, silly sitcoms are a metronome
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one beat about half an hour
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i will shun the radio
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because i hear my life in every song
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brushing off the bottle
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i become a connoisseur for a night
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rake the dead grass from the bitter green
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that's growing wild
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what you wanted
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The Verve Pipe |