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I don't really have to know
The kinds of kisses you would throw
A deadly form of undertow
To take me down

Ascending on that subtle sway
I'd rather die than live this way
So give my love to holidays
Salt and sweet, 'cause

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You can't describe
You don't have the words
And you don't have the mind

I can't pretend
A means that I intend
As hollow as this end
Is

Now look you've come to worry me
To sugar-sweet and bully me
Tragedy or comedy
You decide

Regretting how you spoke that truth Of buckled backs and broken youth
Still reaching for the butter blue
Pie-love sky that

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Would I be lucky just to wait
Out these days, the years that groom us to our fate?

And I know I should be glad
It's just the best I ever had
Then why does it always seem so sad?

To cup it like a grassy blade
Just bottle up and curse the day
Instead I give myself away
Every time

So sappharine the seams I sow
It's not a side I like to show
Still I don't really want to know
How you shine, 'cause

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