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Well that went well
and I could tell
she couldn't see I was just me
no one can write my history
What does it all even mean
staring at a movie screen
feeling high is so pristine
but what does it all even mean
She won't let go of I don't know
I may as well choose to let go
of my life with so and so
she won't let go of I don't know
Try, try, time and again
to find some comfort in a friend
free me, free me, hold my hand
just let me play songs in a band.
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