| Loud for a reason
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| The reason wasn’t what was heard
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| The traffic had died down
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| The road congestion has moved to the bars
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| Where a lot arrived in makeup
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| One is standing with her back against the wall
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| One shot, an allusion passes through her sunken eyes
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| While he waits
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| On some kind of tragic dose before he moves in
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| And I don’t know why this feeling caused me to leave
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| But I do know why he’s lining up
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| Distant raise, no commitment at all
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| I want the standard of coupling introduced to myself
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| A key for a companion
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| I need to move away
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| All I do is watch
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| I wish I could battle it or care
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| The rest arrive in makeup
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| They’re assertive in a bar where no one cares
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| One shot, an allusion passes through her sunken eyes
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| While he waits
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| On some kind of tragic dose before he moves in
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| And I don’t know why seeing this caused me to leave
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| And I don’t care how
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| But repeating this forms my belief
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| One shot a day
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| One chance for penance
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| Free will is calling me closer to the grave
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| No one saves us
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| We stint the appraisals |