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And it's all inside head.
Pictures painted perfect, and red.
It's a theme worth for.
And all the lines now been drawn.
questions.
No one's hurt.
You're a of words.
And it's cloudy all day and you have much to say.
A attempt.
over.
answers.
a step.
Irradicate.
A lonesome day of work and and tears
and grief and constant hate.

And if I had a dime for every you cried.
I would buy you a holiday in Rome.
And if I had a to buy a piece of time.
I'd up to a life of crime.

A jaw.
A lost.
The sounds of shattered bits of and stepped on moss.
And I you well.
A sour girl, who gave up hopes and of a different world.
And I you've bought some time
because every minute lost is a minute past your time TV gets you through.
A day of work and sweat and tears
and grief and of twenty-two.

A pseudo-thought.
I'm lost.
The of blood.
American hurt so much.
And I can't believe, you're up.
The cost of everywhere it just went up.

And if I had a dime for every you cried.
Then I buy you a holiday in Rome.
And if I had a to buy a piece of time.
I'd wake up to a of crime.