| Settled in the sediment
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| Another bloom
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| The light I consume
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| Cultivated company
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| And where are you
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| The light that I knew
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| Maybe some money will make it better
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| Maybe I’ll learn to love the wound
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| Maybe I’ll feel this way forever
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| I’m not getting over you
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| Maybe I’ll write you another letter
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| Tell you I haven’t left my room
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| Maybe I’ll feel this way forever
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| I’m not getting over you
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| Acclimating desperately
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| Inviting dust to live in the rust
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| Crystalline, inanimate
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| Shatter now, or swallow me too
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| Maybe some money will make it better
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| Maybe I’ll learn to love the wound
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| Maybe I’ll feel this way forever
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| I’m not getting over you
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| Maybe I’ll write you another letter
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| Tell you I haven’t left my room
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| Maybe I’ll feel this way forever
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| I’m not getting over you
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| Shatter me now, culling is overdue
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| Swallow me now, forever asleep with you
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| Shatter me now, culling is overdue
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| Swallow me now, forever asleep with you
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| Shatter me now, culling is overdue
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| Swallow me now, forever asleep with you
|
| Shatter me now, culling is overdue
|
| Swallow me now, forever asleep with you
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| Maybe some money will make it better
|
| Maybe I’ll learn to love the wound
|
| Maybe I’ll feel this way forever
|
| I’m not getting over you
|
| Maybe I’ll write you another letter
|
| Tell you I haven’t left my room
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| Maybe I’ll feel this way forever
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| I’m not getting over you |