| Graceless
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| Is there a powder to erase this?
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| Is it dissolvable and tasteless?
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| You can’t imagine how I hate this
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| Graceless
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| I’m trying, but I’m graceless
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| I don’t have the sunny side to face this
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| I am invisible and weightless
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| You can’t imagine how I hate this
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| Graceless
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| I’m trying, but I’m gone and through the glass again
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| Just come and find me
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| God loves everybody, don’t remind me
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| I took the medicine, and I went missing
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| Just let me hear your voice, just let me listen
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| Graceless
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| I figured out how to be faithless
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| But it would be a shame to waste this
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| You can’t imagine how I hate this
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| Graceless
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| I’m trying, but I’m gone and through the glass again
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| Just come and find me
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| God loves everybody, don’t remind me
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| I took the medicine, and I went missing
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| Just let me hear your voice, just let me listen
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| All of my thoughts of you
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| Bullets through rotten fruit
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| Come apart at the seams
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| Now I know what dying means
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| I am not my rosy self
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| Left my roses on my shelf
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| Take the white ones, they’re my favorite
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| It’s the side effects that save us
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| Grace
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| Put the flowers you find in a vase
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| If you’re dead in the mind, it’ll brighten the place
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| Don’t let them die on the vine, it’s a waste
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| Grace
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| There’s a science to walking through windows
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| There’s a science to walking through windows
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| There’s a science to walking through windows
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| There’s a science to walking through windows without you
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| All of my thoughts of you
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| Bullets through rotten fruit
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| Come apart at the seams
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| Now I know what dying means
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| I am not my rosy self
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| Left my roses on my shelf
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| Take the white ones, they’re my favorite
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| It’s the side effects that save us
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| Grace
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| Put the flowers you find in a vase
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| If you’re dead in the mind, it’ll brighten the place
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| Don’t let them die on the vine, it’s a waste
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| Grace
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| Grace
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| Put the flowers you find in a vase
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| If you’re dead in the mind, it’ll brighten the place
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| Don’t let them die on the vine, it’s a waste
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| Grace |