Pulled from seclusion, dragged out of our room
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This construction is perfectly obstructing our view
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Paired up and placed back on to our path
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Compress in this space that frames an awkward act
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The chance to make it last has come and gone
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Glass shatters with an unsteady grip
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No chance to catch the blood as it comes rushing in
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Too quickly pumping out from the inside
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Dripping into patterns strewn across my thigh
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Each drop spreads and spells a passage
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Soon I'll reclaim this dull history
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The seamstress weaves shut the stitches
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But re-opens the same memory
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Two years have passed and nothings changed, that's alright
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Still you just wait for that embrace, it's alright
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There is only one thing that has yet to be said, I am holding back
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There is only one thing that has yet to be said, I'm holding back
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Doesn't matter there's no reason to persist
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While avoiding all but that kiss
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Scraping cheeks with your passionless lips
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From your side of things it's not quite over with
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I don't think that you warrant anything else but the truth
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Sorry, this time I've out done it
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Cause I know that, I know that you'll lose
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I don't think that she noticed that there was anything wrong at all
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Finally I'm free to leave
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I don't ever really want to pull and push again unless you're gonna fall
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There is only one thing that has yet to be said, I am holding back
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Anything But Else But The Truth
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| The Honorary Title |
