| I print it up, I join the dots
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| I fill in any spaces I should stumble on Here in this, trapped in this tale
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| of love gone wrong
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| I hold my, I hope to die
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| Or wake to find that all of this
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| has passed me by Here in this, trapped in this unfolding tale
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| I’m doing my best at Wishing you, wishing you, wishing you
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| Wishing you, wishing you, wishing you well
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| I’m doing my best at Wishing you, wishing you, wishing you
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| Wishing you, wishing you well
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| I fumble on, the days are long
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| I tell myself I must, I must, I must be strong
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| Here in this, trapped in this unfolding tale
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| I’m doing my best at Wishing you, wishing you, wishing you
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| Wishing you, wishing you, wishing you well
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| I’m doing my best at Wishing you, wishing you, wishing you
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| Wishing you, wishing you well
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| The story unfolds from your sorry lips
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| Hitting hard against my skin
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| Seeping down beneath the surface
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| And setting up home therein
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| I’m doing my best at Wishing you, wishing you, wishing you
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| Wishing you, wishing you, wishing you well
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| I’m doing my best at Wishing you, wishing you, wishing you
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| Wishing you, wishing you well
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| I’m doing my best at |