| Sometimes I think about you
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| Always there, inside of me
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| I can’t let go, I cannot set you free
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| Your scent, it lingers on my tongue
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| I cannot write, I cannot speak, I am done
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| Your mask, will try, and leave, you blind, a suicide of a clown
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| A waste of pride, an empty sky, I left you high, not to drown
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| Sometimes I think about you
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| Your lips, cleaning all my wounds
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| A solid voice, will get? |
| soon
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| Another gimmick, will get you in my arms
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| Another call to arms
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| Sometimes I think about you
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| Your mask, will try, and leave, you blind, a suicide of a clown
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| A waste of pride, an empty sky, I left you high, not to drown
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| Sometimes I think about you
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| Your mask, will try, and leave, you blind, a suicide of a clown
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| A waste of pride, an empty sky, I left you high, not to drown
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| Sometimes I think about you |