| Il était une fois
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| When learning how to crawl became a substitute for walking
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| Biting my tongue a fair exchange for talking to myself
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| Knocking pictures off the shelf and swallowing the frames
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| Spilling wine to comment on the stain
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| I need a mind erase option, less air to the brain
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| If God was alive he would’ve amended us
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| But then again no one has it as bad as I have or ever will
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| To the extent that if I have to finish this
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| I might have to leave everything else undone
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| And it’s all numb anyway
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| I can see our life before my eyes and it looks real
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| Sunrise; |
| an easy thing to steal
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| I’ll drive! |
| I’m best behind the wheel
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| Besides, I get confused and I’ll need you to navigate
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| The complicated courts and lanes that crowd this place
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| I swear to God the street signs change when my eyes close
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| They’re not the same
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| They’re not the same
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| I get lost easily
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| I get lost easily
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| Help guide me home please
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| Help guide me home please
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| I always take the fall! |
| Why are you always getting sick?
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| The complications won’t solve itself!
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| I always take the fall! |
| Why are you always getting sick?
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| The complications won’t solve itself!
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| We used to sing our song and what it meant to us and it’s gone
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| And every emotion, that all went along with it’s gone
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| I shared it all with you, you said you’d love me too
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| So love me too
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| Are you crawling away or is it time to go through?
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| Were we always this way or was I too fucked up to know?
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| I sang your favorite song. |
| You told me it was too long
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| I asked you what was wrong. |
| The list goes on and on… |