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It'd be a big drop,
if you'd have fallen from the edge of your last defense
I still think you're all-heart,
the kind of heart that needs something to bleed into
Weeding out the small things
Always aiming for a life with no seams
You've always managed to keep your sores open
I don't know what I did to be so cleanly cut out
Weeding out the small things
Always aiming for a life with no seams
I'm starting to see the strain,
The effort and no results
Learning to live with less
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[It's like we're] back to back now
If you turned you'd see right through me
Back to back now, the walls reflect us
I need to turn around
There are no walls here, yet it's enclosed space
I need to go outside so when I yell I can't hear my echo
I need to go outside, we've both done the same thing
At some point
Back to back now
If you turned you'd see right through me
Back to back now, the walls reflect us
I need to go outside
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