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(D.
Gutter)
If it was up to me, i'd callif it was real to me at allif you could deal with methen i'd fall out of our graceand think of someway betterto focus all our hatewould it be too hardtoo coldfeeling scarred, controlled..come on stop the carbefore we get too far
I'm not handling this wellbeside myself
Beside the fact I overlookedbehind my back, treated me goodbut what we lackedand understoodfeelings divide - 185
On the couch mondaythere are no more weaponsso why go on this way
I released too muchto save us from ourselvestake in a bitlet out alottime to forget what we've been taught"alienated from a badly painted tongue"is what you used to say when i'd act this way-chorus-
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