it's a place that's not so far
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I dream there and sometimes I wake there
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do you want me caring less
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sometimes we don't ask for what we need
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and I can guess how I want to be loved
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and I've guessed what of me you need
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it doesn't matter if we lie
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your sentences never defined you
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do you think that I can't feel
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when I touch you there's words on your body
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should you be scared
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when I say sometimes I'd want you dead
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so no one else can have you when it ends
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how'd I reach this point on my own
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and how fragile right there was I
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this is not the first time
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that I've watched the end of that thing that had
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no end
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do you want me caring less
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sometimes we let go of what we need
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why can't you guess how I want to be loved
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you can't even tell me what of me you need
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What Of Me
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| Trespassers William |
