| I’m awake in a foliage
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| Trying to loosen the grips of my part
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| It’s cold water we’ve been swimming in
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| Filled with memories of what ifs and restarts
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| Now you have nothing
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| But your cloudy head and substance
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| I’m sorry for all the faces I made
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| That fucked up your timeless photographs
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| Cause it’s been two years and now you’re gone
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| Yeah it’s been two years and now you’re gone
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| I’ll tell you that it’s all I’ve ever known
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| How I remember growing up in my Catholic home
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| Yeah you fucked it up, just like everything
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| You’ll never get what a mother meant
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| I never meant for any of this to happen
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| Cause it’s been two years and now you’re gone
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| Yeah it’s been two years and now you’re gone
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| I’ll tell you that it’s all I’ve ever known
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| How I remember growing up in my Catholic home
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| Yeah you fucked it up, just like everything
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| You’ll never get what a mother meant
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| I never meant for any of this to happen
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| You’ll never get what a mother meant
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| I’ll tell you that it’s all I’ve ever known
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| How I remember growing up in my Catholic home
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| Yeah you fucked it up, just like everything
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| You’ll never get what a mother meant
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| I never meant for any of this to happen |