| Yes, I’m here And yes, as per, I feel weird A terrifying worry in the back of
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| my head/
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| And it gets worse when you are near/
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| It’s a subtle kind of tension/
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| A permanent suspension/
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| Every muscle in my body primed to snap/
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| With nervous apprehension/
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| Regretting the choices that we made.
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| You’re either living six months into the future/
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| Or looking ten years into the past/
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| You’re searching for answers/
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| In tough circumstances/
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| But I just need a moment that lasts/
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| Give me something that lasts.
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| You lost your lucky purple lighter/
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| On the Megabus to Brighton/
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| But on the way you read a zine that made you think/
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| You’d be a good Anarcho writer/
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| But not even Voltairine de Cleyre/
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| Could successfully get you there/
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| Without a list of aspirations gushing out of your pen/
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| As you stewed in that sticky chair/
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| Regretting the choices that we made,
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| You’re wishing your life away/
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| Or longing for bygone days/
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| Oh would you give me a fucking break?
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| Cause they won’t come back/
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| So give me something that lasts/
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| You’re searching for answers in tough circumstances but I just need something
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| that lasts/so give me something that lasts. |