| You can count all the letters I ever wrote
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| One better count the words I ever spoke
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| I am tethered to her now; |
| run away, and I’ll choke
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| How do you measure the end of a rope?
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| I like to imagine that love’s like an atom
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| You split one up, you won’t know it happened
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| But your plants won’t grow and you’re flattened
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| You can count all the bridges I ever burned
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| The digits will tell you what you need to learn
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| It’d take frigates to haul off the hurt that I’ve churned
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| How do you measure the ash in an urn?
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| When we speak all but kindness the windows go blind-less
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| And the one light that blinds us is the only tie that binds us
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| Maybe we’ll leave all the darkness behind us
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| I like to imagine that love’s like an atom
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| You split one up, you won’t know it happened
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| But your plants won’t grow and you’re flattened
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| You can count all the letters I ever wrote
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| One better count the words I ever spoke
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| I am tethered to her now; |
| run away, and I’ll choke
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| How do you measure the end of a rope? |