| Now, theres a crack on the inside, and i start to play.
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| Now, my fingers stuck, over stood my stay.
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| Now, Now, Now, my world is bent from this development.
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| Moving faster, then a storm’s rain after the plaster split, where my fingers
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| fit.
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| Sure disaster and growing faster then my skin can take.
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| At least that’s what they say.
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| Now, theres a crack on the inside, and i start to play.
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| Now, my fingers stuck, over stood my stay.
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| Now, Now, Now, my world is bent from this development.
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| Crowded cluster.
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| Do you trust her to take the weight, or make the change?
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| Abandoned labor.
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| Do yourself a favor and do for you, not what you’re used to.
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| Now, theres a crack on the inside, and i start to play.
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| Now, my fingers stuck, over stood my stay.
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| Now, Now, Now, my world is bent from this development.
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| No more sanity.
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| I can’t stay here, too many bad choices.
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| No more space to breathe.
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| I can’t stay here, too many damn voices.
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| Now, theres a crack on the inside, and i start to play.
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| Now, my fingers stuck, over stood my stay.
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| Now, Now, Now, my world is bent from this development. |