Morning
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Pry the windows open
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Let in
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What's so terrifying?
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Summer is as faded as a lone cicada call
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Memory so bright I gotta squint just to recall
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Regret
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The words I've bitten
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More than
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The ones I ever said
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Who is the one?
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All by yourself
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All of us
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Who is the one?
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All by yourself
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Who is the one?
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All by yourself
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I'm afraid of heaven because I can't stand the heights
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I'm afraid of you because I can't be left behind
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Oh, well
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There's a red moon rising
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Door slam
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And it felt like a cannonball
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Who is the one?
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All by yourself
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Who is the one?
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All by yourself
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All of us
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All of us
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Regret
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St. Vincent |