I put on my usual
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Pack a picture from my cubicle
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All I can think about is you
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I'm still bleedin'
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I'm still bleedin'
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Took the L to Union Square
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Watched the pretty girls comb their hair
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They turn away as I turn and stare
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I'm still bleedin'
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I'm still bleedin'
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These thoughts of pain
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Don't make a sound
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They keep us hidden
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In the lost and found
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These colder months, wincing social graces
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We keep with us, these fallen faces
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Took a call from an old, old friend
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Out of money, in jail again
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I posted bail and took him in
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I'm still bleedin'
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We're both bleedin'
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These thoughts of pain
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Don't make a sound
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They keep us hidden
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In the lost and found
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These colder months, wincing social graces
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We keep with us, these fallen faces
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We keep with us, these fallen faces
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These thoughts of pain
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They'll make a sound
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To keep us hidden
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In the lost and found
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In these colder months, wincing social graces
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We keep with us, these fallen faces
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Don't make a sound
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They keep us hidden in the lost and found
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These colder months, wincing social graces
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We keep with us
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We keep with us, these fallen faces
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Colder Months
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