| Running in and out of breath
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| Stained skin and teeth too red
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| Incessant slamming in the tongue
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| God forbid I spend one night alone
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| Out to the parking lot
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| Stumbling towards my apartment
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| Pressed you close against the screen door
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| Close enough to feel underneath your clothes
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| You overcompensate for your own inexperience
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| Don’t underestimate, oh my fear of getting caught
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| So many words, so many words
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| So many you can’t believe
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| So many words, so many words
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| So many stuck at sea
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| On the second story of your suburban home
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| Mom’s asleep just two doors down
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| Funny how when stuck at sea
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| Things are never the way the seem
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| Clouds take the shape of gloves
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| Reaching over the flames at dusk
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| Missing clips in your consciousness
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| Just act as if I don’t exist
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| You overcompensate for your own inexperience
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| Don’t underestimate, oh my fear of getting caught
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| So many words, so many words
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| So many you can’t believe
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| So many words, so many words
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| So many stuck at sea
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| Felt the repetition of my way
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| The lack of apprehension
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| That one day
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| So many words, so many words
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| So many you can’t believe
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| So many words, so many words
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| So many you can’t believe
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| I’ll keep burning my fingers
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| In attempt to rekindle the flame
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| The match is too flimsy
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| And the wind just annuls her name
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| So I pull out the garments that will press between us
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| On the dream this evening you refer to in disgust
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| So many words, so many words
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| So many you can’t believe
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| So many words, so many words
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| So many stuck at sea
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| So many stuck at sea
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| So many stuck at sea |