I am a void
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lets see you try and fill me
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and mostly I'm just annoyed
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with the situation that never fails to find me
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well I shoulda known better and I did
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I should have listened but ohh well
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and now the memories are but the lines on my palms of my hands
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can you tell me this much? oh do tell...
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tell me was she better?
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was she everything and more?
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cause I'm still leaning out the window on the 14th story floor
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begging for more...always more...
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I remember the conversations
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pressed up against that Canadian night sky
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like l could lean out my window
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and recall what it feels like to be that high
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tell me me was she better?
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was she everything and more?
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God I hope she pleased you
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was she everything you hoped for?
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tell me was it all there, all this time
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did it pick up, did it pick up, did it pick up...
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and take flight?
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Void
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Tristan Prettyman |