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You are gone now
But I can't help but
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She clearly recalls a feeling of distress
Beneath an oak tree of former dreams
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Make me write this over and over
You are a lot like me
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I'm Canadian, eh.
I play hockey all day
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God and bondage don't mix
Take the doubt from his words
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two days ago the world was ending I cried till my pillow was drenched
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How I wonder if she wishes she were me in the limelight of his love
Buildings of straw, lies and deceit can't stand much longer
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"did you see that girl?
oh my god
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grey is the colour of desolate skies
about to empty sorrow
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"Here on this ring of grass we have sat together, bound by the tremendous power of some inner compulsion. The trees wave, the clouds pass.
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dreams of cake and ice cream
like sugar plums without the nutcracker
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Staring into the future with marajuana eyes
She lost him in past games of "shurb or tree"
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On my black abyss days
when I have all but drowned
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the rain swallowed us
For the 3rd day in a row
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Years ago at my old house
I tried plant a garden
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there's a reason I never play chess
my life is a chessboard
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poor girl, her end so tragic
with love in her arms
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investigating ghosts behind windmills of my past
I found no theatrics in the malignant words of old truths
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rose coloured
those blue eyes lied
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I can't help but see
how bold your yesterdays have become
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birds sing to speak; they must be heard
among hustle and bustle of human life -- they twitter and tweet
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she does not see the beauty of turquoise sky
at dawn, at dusk - in winter
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I just shattered the moon
because I know
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a dead stair?
stairs don't die
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