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A good distraction
Is what I
no interest in this motion.
It's leading us too far, don't
this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets
I must confess that nothings changed for now.
While knives
Maybe I'm not trying to see you
Make believe there's
This tension is growing along with us, holding out,
we feel
Ever feel like there's so much more to life
But
I'm waking up because of smelling salts that I've been
Try to pretend,
That everyones
Not dying here, and
See this youth
That's
and now it seems so odd to me that I
Remember the world's not falling apart
No matter how it
Hey don't give up on all these days
Our words and
So what if you don't like this one Just one
Words don't contain subtlety tact eludes speech even in whispers
Maybe I'm not trying to see you Make believe there's
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