| Might Have Given Too Much Away |
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| Might gone off too far by now |
| Beaten up in a mental sense |
| There’s no way to understand |
| Hate needs words and love needs sounds |
| Like that guy that shoots himself |
| Drags us all down into it |
| Lost and drowned in our own tumult |
| It’s depressing but it’s healing, too |
