| Time’s a tightened tourniquet for bloodless limbs
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| It’s the aching abstinence of success
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| Life’s a pale prejudice for workless wings
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| Just so happens they’re your own
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| Sister, my camera is lying again
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| I never hid anything that was worth keeping in
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| Best friend, how are you and how long’s it been?
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| You could have said anything, but you couldn’t keep it in
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| I’m living with the wrongs and rights
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| I’m swallowing a lump of pride
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| Time’s a tightened tourniquet for bloodless limbs
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| It’s the aching abstinence
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| Sister, my camera is lying again
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| I never hid anything that was worth keeping in
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| Best friend, how are you and how long’s it been?
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| You could have said anything, but you couldn’t keep it in
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| I’m living with the wrongs and rights
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| I’m swallowing a lump of pride
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| My fear is a day gone by
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| I’m as hopeful as the dawn soft light
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| Sister, my camera is lying again
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| I never hid anything that was worth keeping in |