| They’ll give us something;
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| They’ll give us so much to forget
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| Or enough rope to deal with it
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| They’ll give us something;
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| They’ll give us so much to forget
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| Or enough rope to deal with it
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| With pencil and knife
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| You heard your love again
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| You wrestled your nightmares
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| The sweat in your bed sheets
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| This is all of it;
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| This is everything I’m wanting to forget
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| When winter sets in
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| It has a way of crystallizing the bad times
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| The fevers, the heart aches
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| This is all of it;
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| This is everyone I’m wanting to forgive
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| They’ll give us something;
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| They’ll give us so much to forget
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| Or enough rope to deal with it
|
| With pencil and knife
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| You heard your love again
|
| You wrestled your nightmares
|
| The sweat in your bed sheets
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| This is all of it;
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| This is everything I’m wanting to forget |