| The notes in your pocket
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| Are moments stole away
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| And that’s when life is hard
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| Bits of nothing but workdays
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| The feeling of fluid christmas
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| That’s how you always feel
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| You hide in a dream
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| You take with you
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| The hope they try to steal
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| Thunderstorms, your pale joy
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| With bastard ghost calling
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| Whether your heart break, leave the world
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| Stop reaching, for you’ll find morning
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| You already paid for your mistakes
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| You ran right into them
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| Breast cancer, schizophrenia
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| And all ??? |
| is broken
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| You dream a lot of your mom and dad
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| And the provincial sweet blue sky
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| Autumn is as beautiful as love
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| And it kills you as you rise
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| Everything pulls out
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| But none into your heart
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| Counsel recs, empty football fields
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| Childrens toys buried under the grass
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| Wish my life was like the of a soft dog
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| except break your heart
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| Midnight and magic
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| I think I have figured it out
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| Magic’s the small chance of gifts
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| The fireworks under the heaven
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| The ashes of the school
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| A little cat that slept inside my coat
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| An orchid stuck inside my throat |