| An evening undressing makes good for remorse
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| The common stay careless while you’ve stayed the course
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| A drink from the cabinet to fill the hole in your chest
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| Collection of matches to burn names off a list
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| Some homeostasis made less with remorse
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| Once young but left aging while I’m rooting for the north
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| And clear contentious litigation were the words from your mouth
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| Clear controlled manipulation as you move to the south
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| Unaware that I held on too long
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| Crossing the river, pushing westbound a lake
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| Ample time to run over the names in the stake
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| So broke, so tired, still falling through the cracks
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| They will tell next to no one and never talk back
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| Unaware that I held on too long
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| Tempting fate and sensing something’s wrong
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| Your plan’s painfully loud
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| But you still spell it out
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| You and I remain honest faces laid to waste from the storm
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| Two suspicious expressions, just trouble as we both dress the part
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| Took me by the hand and pulled me in with centripetal force
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| Despite the tough emerging temptation, my body stayed the course
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| Your plan is painfully loud
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| But you still spell it out
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| Tempting fate, I’m telling no one |