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[02 Mar 2012|12:31am] |
And it starts
Sometime around midnight
Or at least that's when you lose yourself
For a minute or two
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[02 Mar 2012|12:39am] |
I'm a slow motion accident
Lost in coffee rings and fingerprints
I don't wanna feel anything
But I do
And it all comes back to you
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[02 Mar 2012|12:41am] |
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes
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[02 Mar 2012|12:42am] |
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We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.
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[02 Mar 2012|12:44am] |
And I tried to write in style
But the words just come and I write them as soon as I see them
And I trust that you write them too
And I trust that you love me too
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[02 Mar 2012|12:46am] |
I feel that when I'm old
I'll look at you and know
The world was beautiful
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[02 Mar 2012|12:47am] |
No one else will have me like you do
No one else will have me, only you
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[02 Mar 2012|12:49am] |
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I won't always live in my regrets
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[02 Mar 2012|01:10am] |
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About a third of my cases are suffering from no clinically definable neurosis, but from the senselessness and emptiness of their lives. This can be defined as the general neurosis of our times.”
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