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By The Honorary Title, I'm pulled from seclusion, dragged out of our room
This construction
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By The Honorary Title, If, if you want
If you want to be the one
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By The Honorary Title, Pulled from the liquor cabinet
Choose your mood and then start
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By The Honorary Title, When I said you looked good baby
I was thinking possibly
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By The Honorary Title, So you regret the last five years of your life
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By The Honorary Title, One, two, three
Everything I, you were, everything I once had
The
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By The Honorary Title, Days bunch up in weeks, collaborate in months against me
The
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By The Honorary Title, Petals broke from tips of roses
Hidden underneath my arm
All the
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By The Honorary Title, What started as a crush became an obsession
It was the
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By The Honorary Title, Accentuated by the mobile dungeon of fluorescence
As I fall out
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By The Honorary Title, The window fogs from my breath
My face pressed up close,
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By The Honorary Title, Oh with the color in your eyes a-blaze, sleeping but
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By The Honorary Title, Resurrect the evening, brought it back as if filled in
Filled
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By The Honorary Title, Yesterday's dinner's haunting me today
Blades in my stomach spinning
I awake
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By The Honorary Title, Is this a sign of our demise?
Or is it just
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By The Honorary Title, Have your lips graced another's yet or am I the
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By The Honorary Title, Let's leave this urban territory
Won't settle less, our children could
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By The Honorary Title, Are you not the slightest bit confused?
Just the truth
The speed
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By The Honorary Title, Running in and out of breath
Staining skin and teeth too
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By The Honorary Title, Na na na na na na na na na
Na na
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By The Honorary Title, I threw a thin layer of rubber
And a thick rusted
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By The Honorary Title, Maybe it's time to hold on to one side, one
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By The Honorary Title, I'm lacking any discipline, pulling strings
Typing up your skin of
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By The Honorary Title, Never been so eager, not to this extent
Can't imagine leaving,
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By The Honorary Title, I'm pulled from seclusion, dragged out of our room
This construction
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By The Honorary Title, The island's small and desolate
The highways stretch towards nothingness..
Weeds
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By The Honorary Title, Doesn't seem that selfish, no, not in the least
What's so
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By The Honorary Title, Headache from the drifting sound
The bullshit poured incessantly
And
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By The Honorary Title, It's silent but the voices in my head have never
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By The Honorary Title, I knew something was wrong just in the way you
