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| If I don’t know where I am today
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| It’s not because I’m far away
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| Or even 'cause I drink too much
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| But then again, not quite enough
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| I try to put it to the world
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| Instead of what our love deserves
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| But maybe we just slip too much
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| How can I stand without a crutch?
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| But what would all our friendship say
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| If we bled it all the way?
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| It’s not as if our hearts are tough
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| Why do we rub ourselves this rough?
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| It’s hard to know where this came from
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| And if it’s best left out of song
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| I don’t await barbarians
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| Who never leave their maskings on
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| You’re a stone and my paper’s rough
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| But scissors this blunt still can cut
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| It’s not a game we’re playing here
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| The die’s not cast, but rolls too near
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