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I think you had so much more to say, but you're trying too hard to pray for me to understand my hands are stained. So I'll kick and I'll scream a lot, get dramatic because I forgot that when push made shove, we both knew costs.
You're smart enough to fix this on your own, but where and when you'll never really know.
It seems that plans are best without the pressure to seal your mouth. Well I'll break the news, you'll hear me now. For the hope that would heal wounds, that friends long absent are coming back to you. Well the bones in your closet are going to have to do.
You're smart enough to fix this on your own, but where and when you'll never really know. I can't count the times that I have heard you say, "Oh, I'll find a way."
We're the same, but you can't stray from this pointless side of shame, a deal to make or break.
I'll find a way out.
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