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I remember being at your hand
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I remember taking my time
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I remember everything like it was yesterday
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maybe not
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how good are you at this?
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how good of you and me
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how good can it feel when everything comes down to what kind of zombie
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you can be
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all that done
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and all that said
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after all this time and you just seem to be here
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my eyes are passing out before your lips can read me from the book that
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tells me why I love you, and that just leaves me here to wonder...
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why?
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I had my talk with God
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He said it's all workin' out
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He has a bigger plan
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and it's still in better hands,
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in case you don't know
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all that done
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and all that said
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and all this time and you just seem to be here
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my eyes are passing out before your lips can read me from the book that
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tells me why I love you, and that just leaves me here to wonder how I
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ever got so far away from things that really matter...
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zombie in me
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all that done
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and all that said
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all this time and you just seem to be here
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Zombie
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| Low Pop Suicide |
