| Fingers in, listen what voices say.
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| you always wrote for me, ego.
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| risk worth taking risk worth leaving.
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| seems i’m still afraid to promise.
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| too big to stop too big to hold on to.
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| trade up for the fast ride.
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| trade your friends.
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| train passes us.
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| pulling your teeth you push away.
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| cancel plans, cancel them all.
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| check your breath for cold and hold on.
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| please hold on.
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| no pictures left to burn good-bye to.
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| the smell of ash and white walls blank.
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| phase passes us.
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| horizontal lines and button up.
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| the drawers of paper all say one thing.
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| like music boxes custom made.
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| time passes us.
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| don’t move.
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| be still.
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| be silent. |