| Try not to need her I’m not a believer
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| A look in your eye makes me satisfied
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| Stare at this head lies asleep on my shoulder
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| Opens her eyes as I start to cry
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| A larger part the need to be burnt
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| Justify this excellent girl
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| One dozen wicked words to find
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| I know we’ll start again sometimes
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| Peace with my stomach the sky is inside her
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| Open the window to let her breathe
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| Patch up the scars with some cardboard and karma
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| Trust this is far beyond what I need
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| Turn around to eat for I will
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| Blind myself to joyfully kill
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| One dozen wicked words to find
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| I know we’ll start again sometimes
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| I’m starting to fall
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| This is starting to break me down
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| Turn around to eat for I will
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| Blind myself to joyfully thrill
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| These dozen wicked words to find
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| I know we’ll start again
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| A larger part the need to be burnt
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| Justify this excellent girl
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| One dozen wicked words to find
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| I know we’ll start again sometime
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| One dozen wicked words to find
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| I know we’ll start again sometime |