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Exhaustion takes the wheel and separates situations into delusions. Rip apart the clouds and point fingers in my face. Shouting, "everything will stay the same until you change". Dosed up and motiv
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. I'm not your butterfly, so don't try. To chase me with your net I'm not your kneaded eraser. So don't you wear me down. I'm not your sledge, sledge hammer. I'm no tool, that you pound. I'm not your
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to worry. Cause you're just like a honey bee, you panic, you sting, then you die. Just like a honey bee. Blue in the face. You got no time to waste. Slow down the pace. You're turning blue, blue
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didn't act this way. Well it just wouldn't be the same. That wouldn't do 'cause I'm not you. I'm not you, no. . And I could care less what you see. I'm just nevertheless here for me. . You're
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I believe we've come to where there's no turning back. It's a one-way street and it seems like we're trapped. In a way, I know that things have been going on for too long. It's become too much
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The waves keep on crashing on me for some reason. But your love keeps on coming like a thunderbolt. Come here a little closer. 'Cause I wanna see you, baby, real close up. (Get over here). (Get o
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Says who, i'll be home again. Says who, i'll be home. Bleeding you sometime. Feeding you sometime. Dragged behind his back. That's what they had planned. I'm bound to miss. Because of nothing.
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Sly, seductive river. Slithers close to heaven. Borders on the edges. Leaves when it's ready, uh huh. You seem artificial. But it could be nothing. Didn't like your party. No one told me where
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You said it kid, you said it. You made your point and it's getting pathetic. No it's not just another word,. You're talking to yourself. Ignorance with adjectives we watch you cross the line
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Passion Sometimes my life just runs so fast. I wish myself back to the past. But since you're mine. I feel so much stronger than I felt before. Oh yeah. No matter where I fall behind. No matter
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Can you hear that whistle. Loud clackety-clack. Well it's calling to me. The station is where it's at. It's coming again now. Chuggin' down that track. Just check your records. Got all my bags
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You're on a wide open ocean. No one around you for miles. You're thinkin' of drinkin' on water. While you're sailing the Nile. No one to stop you on your way. Flyin' by goes a stork. You decide
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Here's to the day when all the skies turned white. Warm powder coated parking lots, familiar thoughts,. most higher forms of life. And all the commotion must have scared away the sun,. but not bef
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