| You’re as cold as the drink in your hand now
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| It’s as clear as the lines on your brow
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| It’s as dull as the tone of your voice
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| And as dark as the oak in your eyes
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| Every breath you take puts the past in its right place
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| Every word you say
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| An enthusiast’s guide in not wasting time
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| You’re right
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| Bad appetites, in real life
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| Won’t help us sleep at night
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| You’re right
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| We’ll continue together
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| As secrets are clenched in our palms
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| And that spring lives forever
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| In scars that never leave sight
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| Every breath you take puts the past in its right place
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| I’ve been in this room
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| Every word you say
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| An enthusiast’s guide to not wasting time
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| We’re mixed together |