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𓄼
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Teardrops
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We
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hurt
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ourselves
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for
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fun,
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force-feed
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our
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fear
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until
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our
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hearts
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go
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numb
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Addicted
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to
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a
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lonely
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kind
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of
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love
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What
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I
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wanna
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know
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is
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how
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we
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got
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this
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stressed
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out,
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paranoid,
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everything
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is
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going
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dark
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Nothing
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makes
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me
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sadder
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than
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my
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head
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I'm
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running
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out
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of
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teardrops,
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let
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it
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hurt
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'til
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it
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stops
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I
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can't
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keep
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my
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grip,
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I'm
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slipping
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away
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from
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me
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Oh
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god,
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everything
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is
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so
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fucked,
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but
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I
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can't
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feel
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a
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thing
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The
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emptiness
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is
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heavier
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than
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you
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think
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I'm
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tripping
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on
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the
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edge
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High
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as
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a
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kite,
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I'm
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never
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coming
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down
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And
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if
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you
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hear
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me,
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guess
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you
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know
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how
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it
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feels
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to
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be
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alone
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So
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how'd
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we
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get
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this
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stressed
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out,
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paranoid,
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everything
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is
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going
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dark
|
|
Nothing
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makes
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me
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sadder
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than
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my
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head
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I'm
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running
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out
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of
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teardrops,
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let
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it
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hurt
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'til
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it
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stops
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I
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can't
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keep
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my
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grip,
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I'm
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slipping
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away
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from
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me
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Oh
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god,
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everything
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is
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so
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fucked,
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but
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I
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can't
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feel
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a
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thing
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The
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emptiness
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is
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heavier
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than
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you
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think
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Suicidal,
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violent,
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tragic
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state
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of
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mind
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Lost
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my
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halo,
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now
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I'm
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my
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own
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anti-christ
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Suicidal,
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violent,
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tragic
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state
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of
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mind
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Lost
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my
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halo,
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now
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I'm
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my
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own
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anti-christ
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I'm
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running
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out
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of
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teardrops,
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let
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it
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hurt
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'til
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it
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stops
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I
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can't
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keep
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my
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grip,
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|
I'm
|
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slipping
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|
away
|
|
from
|
|
me
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|
Oh
|
|
god,
|
|
everything
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|
is
|
|
so
|
|
fucked,
|
|
but
|
|
I
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|
can't
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feel
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|
a
|
|
thing
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|
The
|
|
emptiness
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is
|
|
heavier
|
|
than
|
|
you
|
|
think
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I'm
|
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running
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out
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of
|
|
teardrops,
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let
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it
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hurt
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|
'til
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it
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stops
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I
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can't
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keep
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my
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grip,
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I'm
|
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slipping
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away
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|
from
|
|
me
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|
Oh
|
|
god,
|
|
everything
|
|
is
|
|
so
|
|
fucked,
|
|
but
|
|
I
|
|
can't
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|
feel
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a
|
|
thing
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The
|
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emptiness
|
|
is
|
|
heavier
|
|
than
|
|
you
|
|
think
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|
Teardrops
|
|
Teardrops
|
|
I'm
|
|
running
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|
out
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|
of
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|
teardrops
|
|
The
|
|
emptiness
|
|
is
|
|
heavier
|
|
than
|
|
you
|
|
think
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