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It turns out
All along
We were writing
The same song
In that house
Fresh with paint
Covers bruises
Years of hate
Hear the tunes
We would sing
Little voices
Out of tune
Out of time
That’s the truth
Love your brother
Wasted youth
Oh
Oh
No, no, no
Counting the reasons to
Give you a call
Wondering if I’ve heard your
Phone ring before
Tasked with my living
A man made in enterprise
Forward and formless
A mannequin despotantalize
Mhm
Mhm
It’s for only
Us to know
Us to ashes
Dust to coast
Ghosts are giving
Up us both
Us both
COMMENTS: it's only for us to know -- whaddaya want me to say?
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