| It’s too much, too much
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| In the pieces, the seperate lies
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| Beyond guilt is a glimps, an imbalance
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| The whole implied, had Damon caught his sloane
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| It’s too high, I could die, said Damon
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| I doubt it, child
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| Hope sloane
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| Go sloane
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| I added, so high she climbed, clunched and trembled
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| Damon belonged way wide off and fully braced
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| Her back in this sloane time is up
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| Joined, I’m fully braced
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| But oh, it went crazy wrong
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| Oh, but Damon quiet, calm, collective, resilient, strong
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| But oh, but he would break for long
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| Said Damon, I don’t see no need to heal
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| I get up
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| I get out
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| Get movin'
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| Get on with with life
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| To be all I know is to be something
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| And now that I’m —
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| Love is one thing Damon along knew to give
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| Hope and hideaway
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| To treasure as long as he did
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| Gone up and fly away
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| But oh, it went crazy wrong
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| Oh, but Damon quiet, calm, collective, resilient, strong
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| But oh, but he would break for long
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| Said Damon, I don’t see no need to heal
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| Oh
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| Oh, now
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| It’s too much, too much
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| Oh, now
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| It’s too much, too much to sit on and think about it
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| Oh, now
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| It’s too much, too much
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| Oh, now
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| It’s too much, too much to take home and think about it
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| But oh, it went crazy wrong
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| Oh, but Damon quiet, calm, collective, resilient, strong
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| But oh, but he would break for long
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| Said Damon
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| — music — |