tonight
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we don't have a lot to go on
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but that's not how it lives in my head
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no, not at all
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blind times
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thought we were matching weight
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we pulled
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sometimes it was you and sometimes it was me
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but where are we
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you say "don't take it all so hard for now
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there's so much space
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and there will always be later for that"
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Matching Weight
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| Trespassers William |
