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0308
03:25
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I’m not the worst or the better; I’m not the one who takes you home. I’m not the path or whatever; I’m not the drug that makes you whole. But when it taste taste taste tastes bitter, never alone but not for sure. It’s always wait wait wait wait whether I can even taste you anymore. One more time to, just hold on to…Hey, I’m not making do, I’m done waiting. One more way I won’t say never, one more chance to live forever. Hey, I’m not breaking through, but I’m ready. Gimme the time to chase whatever, one more chance to live forever. Iiiiiii’m not a saint, not a saint saint, sinner. Never won any winners that’s for sure. But if it’s fate, fate face that winner. It’s just not that simple anymore. Just hold on… Hey, I’m not making do, I’m done waiting. One more way I won’t say never, one more chance to live forever. Hey, I’m not breaking through, but I’m ready. Gimme the time to chase whatever, one more chance to live forever. Give me the time….
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On Our Own
03:36
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I did everything for you, everything you wanted to. Unfortunately, I was sold before it completely unfolded. Now it's just this misery. We'll stay on our own for this summer. We'll stay on our own for the last stand. We'll stay on our own, thank you but I will stay on my own. I was likely to agree with everything you said to me. But, where's the sane insanity? Where's the you and I in me? I know it stayed the same as anything. We'll stay on our own for this summer. We'll stay on our own for the last stand. We'll stay on our own, thank you but I will stay on my own.
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Remedy
03:23
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There's no words left on my tongue and I've exposed the skeleton. And I'll try to blame it on my pen, I don't think that'll work again but hey, we'll see.
I guess my psyche's been abused. All fucked up and feeling used. But you know half the battle's the first word, you might think that sounds absurd. But, I would stay up half the night just so I can get it right for you...you'll see. Cuz something's stuck in my brain and I need to find a remedy oh. Before I start complainin' I need to find a remedy for. I know something's just waiting, I need to find. I need to find a remedy.
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In Between
03:24
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Some of us go it alone. Some of us push too far. Some of us wait till hope is gone. Some of us don't have long to belong. Some of us sing it alone. When sooner what's said is done. Everyone sees the hole in me, say anything you want our hope is gone. I wanted to break me down - but I'm not sure what's between half of my pages dirty and half of my pages clean. Should I live and be gone? Should I live and be gone away? Should I live and be gone? Should I live and be gone away. Wait, after the fire after I'm gone. There's no voice, after the son, after I'm gone.
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