pave these streets with open arms
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it's always you we're waiting on
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the skin, the taste, the drug, the need
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i'm asking, telling you, don't leave
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erase the lines that we have drawn
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it's always you we're waiting on
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and waiting on and waiting on
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and on and on and on and on
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these are our words, we fill these mouths
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but all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out
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these palms and frames that we tear through
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to cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you
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wait wait wait, i don't wanna see
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wait wait wait, i am not the person anyone would want to be
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the perfect shoes with matching clothes
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it is the lie we're always told
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but nothing masks the shallow touch
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by saying words that cost so much
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while you're an addict to the need
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to find yourself a way to breathe
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the sex, the purge, the vein, the look
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to reflex feelings that we took
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these are our words, we fill these mouths
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but all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out
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these palms and frames that we tear through
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to cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you
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perfection, it's perfection
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but never quiet enough, and never could disguise
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the drugs to make it stay
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the wanting in your eyes
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the money that you spent, but you're still an accident
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we are more than words that fill our mouths
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drink with eyes that tell us the answers that we need
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these are our words, we fill these mouths
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but all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out
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these palms and frames that we tear through
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to cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you
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wait wait wait, i don't wanna see
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wait wait wait, i am not the person anyone would want to be
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waiting here until you leave...
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The Terrible Secret
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Emery |