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You saw the cuts, |
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As I stand above the city, |
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This isn't taking me anywhere, |
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Even if you saw me, |
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You don't notice that everytime you see me, |
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Dismember myself, |
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That one stings a little, |
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I miss how it used to be, |
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Counting Backwards and Falling Forwards |
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Wash away the lies, |