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You had a couch.I can't remember the color, but it was leather.We sat there when I met you for the first time.It wasn't the first time, but it deserve..
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Sometimes I look at my hands and I can't believe I'm real. Then I remember that awful feeling that I get sometimes.It's like somebody threw me. So har..
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When I think of you it makes me feel like cryingIt's because I'm over-filled with such disastersAs fear and hope and, unwillingly, a love for youI jus..
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I miss you most when it's the weekendI'm going out with all my girlfriendsThey're going out with all their boyfriendsI don't like going out at allIt's..
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I like you best when you're intoxicatedI like you most when I am boredI'll wait, I'm waiting, and I've waitedIt's only you that I adoreYou're so much ..
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I am not a filing cabinetAnd I am not a mattress or a rugOr anything you've ever seen or imaginedYou might think that I'm like other peopleAnd I amI h..
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Time slipsI can hardly grasp the intangibility of itHands run their fingers over me in circlesReviewing, moving forwardI'd rather not be clarifiedOr c..
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Feet and roads and splinters seem to carve a crooked mapAll the walls are made from stone, and we paint with blood and scrapsIf we don't take this saf..
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You and I have levels, but nothing's level hereWe run around in circles as if everything's unclearIt isn't though, we spin in two directions, and we d..
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Finally something has grabbed the nerve to shake me solidNow, my shallow breathing is less than a choice and has a purposeI always thought I'd used my..
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