i can't do this anymore:
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stay in, black out, hit the floor.
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i've forgotten what i'm hiding from
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but mama called and cried to me,
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"baby, your anniversary was last tuesday."
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that's right...okay, i guess it slipped my mind.
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and that's fine with me, i guess,
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though it came as a surprise.
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i gotta celebrate my memory's retreat
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it's finally forgetting things.
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i pushed it away. i let histroy lie.
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finally memory sleeps.
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goodnight.
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it's gonna be all right okay?
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i'm leaving everything behind
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so goodnight, farewell-and cheers
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to the new denial.
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exhausted with the born again routine...
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you die a little bit each time you smile.
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so grit your teeth, they like you happy.
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The New Denial
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| The Good Life |
