| blind mag:
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| shilo??? |
| is your name shilo?
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| can i talk to you?
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| can you come down please…
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| so we can speak?
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| i saw you at the show.
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| i thought i’d seen a ghost.
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| your resemblance is striking.
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| you have your mother’s eyes,
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| her hair.
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| i was told you died with her.
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| all these years have come and gone.
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| how do i put this???
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| i’m your godmom.
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| shilo:
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| state your business.
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| blind mag:
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| business?
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| shilo:
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| what do you want?
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| blind mag:
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| i want, i want to finally meet you —
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| something real to cling to.
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| leave you with the hope that
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| you will go do all you’re meant to,
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| all i’ve failed to.
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| in you, is a world of promise.
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| we have both been kept in bondage,
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| but you can learn from all my failures.
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| shilo:
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| i’m not supposed to talk to strangers.
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| blind mag:
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| or let them through the gate?
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| shilo:
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| that either. |
| a big risk.
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| blind mag:
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| a big fence.
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| shilo:
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| a mistake.
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| blind mag:
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| a new friend.
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| dead marni:
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| chase the morning.
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| yield for nothing.
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| chase the morning.
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| yield for nothing.
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| shilo:
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| how’d you do that?
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| blind mag:
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| do what?
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| shilo:
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| do that. |
| that, that eye thing.
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| blind mag:
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| these eyes can do more than see.
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| shilo:
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| i know--i mean, i’ve seen you sing.
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| blind mag:
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| where?
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| shilo:
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| from my window.
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| i can see the world from there.
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| name the stars and constellations.
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| count the cars and watch the seasons.
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| blind mag:
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| i wish we could’ve watched together.
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| shilo:
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| i can’t have guests.
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| blind mag:
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| never?
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| shilo:
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| ever. |
| if dad found out
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| that i’d been let out,
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| or you’d been let in…
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| blind mag:
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| i should go then.
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| before i do, promise me you won’t--
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| shilo:
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| it’s better that you—
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| shilo:
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| don’t forget me
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| 'best
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| if i resume my life inside
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| my bedroom.
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| blid mag:
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| don’t forget that
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| a shelterd rose needs a little room to bloom
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| outside her bedroom
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| dead marni:
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| chase the morning.
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| yield for nothing.
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| chase the morning.
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| yield for nothing.
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| blind mag:
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| let your life be your dream.
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| integrity. |
| honesty.
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| it’s too late for me.
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| don’t look back ‘til you’re free to chase the morning…
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| dead marni:
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| yield for nothing.
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| chase the morning.
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| yield for nothing.
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| yield for nothing. |