can we make it out
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of this one with all our limbs attached
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because i don't want to go
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to surgery for anymore
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repairs on my once nieve heart
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that is barley beating now
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did i stand too still
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not giving you anything to hold on to
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i know i've been gone and can not be permanent
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but you wont see, so you'll never forget
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we wont call or write or regret all the things we did
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the weight of us was always a cross to wear
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so break me down
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Contemporary Business
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The Forecast |