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I buried it below the tree
near the place where we had picnics as kids;
with the tyre swing and the ditch.
It's now six feet deep,
it's now six feet deep.
And I had to be sure,
I had to be sure.
But the ghosts of what I had hid,
still come to the surface to haunt me,
to haunt me.
And I've been drowning in them,
and I've been drowning in them.
They welcomed me back with open arms,
the child that they had lost in the crowd.
They took my hand and led me into the night,
to a place where I couldn't hear a sound.
It's like two years never happened,
it's like two years never happened,
it's like two years never happened,
it's like two years never happened at all.
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I don't want you to change me,
I want to change me for myself.
When I'm ready,
to be more than a picture on your shelf.
I'll try to believe you,
I want to believe you,
'cause it's perfect
for who I am right now.
And I won't be defined by this,
I'm something borrowed,
I'm something missed.
Because I'm something borrowed,
and something missed,
my heart is absent but full of bliss.
I'm something borrowed,
and something missed.
And I won't be defined by this.
And I won't be defined by this.
I'm just going through the motions.
I'm just going through the motions.
I'm just going through the motions.
I'm just going through the motions.
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Dim Sum
04:57
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You are shattered glass,
and rose petals.
And I'm just empty promises,
and worn metal.
Old and rusting,
I'm cold and untrusting.
Old and rusting,
I'm cold, untrusting.
You are the words,
and melodies.
You pace these rooms
so carefully.
You pace these rooms
so carefully.
And I'm just a cardboard cut out,
I'm paper thin.
I only fit the stencil
I was made in.
My heart is a cheap watch,
it's losing time.
It's tired and aching
and falling behind.
It's tired and aching
and falling behind.
My heart is a cheap watch.
My heart is a cheap watch.
My heart is a cheap watch.
My heart is a cheap watch.
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You dream of teeth,
and nothing else,
and nothing else.
And you feel oh so sick.
Your mind is in hell,
your mind is in hell.
But I will think of you,
and I will dream of you.
That's all that I'll do.
That's all that I'll do.
'Cause I've been staying in,
I've not been living.
I've been staying in,
I've not been living.
And I will think of you,
and I will dream of you.
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