| It seems things are indictive to,
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| A distinct desire to observe such, heal such
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| Behave such that makes this hard for me
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| I’m not real and I deny, I won’t heal unless I cry
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| I can’t grieve, so I won’t grow, I won’t heal 'til I let it go
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| I’m not real and I deny, I won’t heal unless I cry
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| It seems things are indicative to, A distinct desire to
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| Observe such, Heal such
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| Behave such that makes this hard for me
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| I’m not real and I deny, I won’t heal unless I cry
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| I can’t grieve, so I won’t grow, I won’t heal 'til I let it go
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| I’m not real and I deny, I won’t heal unless I cry
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| I can’t grieve, so I won’t grow, I won’t heal 'til I let it go
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| Cry, cry, cry 'til you know why, I lost myself, identify
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| Cry, cry, cry 'til you know why, I lost myself, identify
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| I’m not real and I deny, I won’t heal unless I cry
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| I can’t grieve, so I won’t grow, I won’t heal 'til I let it go |