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nothing left to fight for |
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stay mad 2020 |
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will this really pass though |
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horse game cult |
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through the tunnel of stars |
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peak emotional agony |
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i'm lost and i don't know why |
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i'm tearing you asunder |
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too anxious to be vulnerable |
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we both matter, don't we |
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talk is cheap, baby |
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can you still feel the pull |
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hard to control when it begins |
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allergic to apostrophes |
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sugar honey sweet |
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firelink shrine more like pain |
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there's nothing for you here |
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emerging the ugliest gremlins |
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colorvomit krizos are pain |
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in the red you're better off |
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all we do is dream and dream |
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a thick new joisey accent |
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do you regret it yet |
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laying in bed - it all melts |
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one day it'll be only us |
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LOVE'S NOT IN OUR HEARTS |
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backwards biblical babbling |
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naked mole rats but with wings |
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what if we never talk again |
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i would wait a million years |
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destiel canon in 2020 |
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the more you talk the better |
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quest for a jungle moshpit |
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i made your eyes burn |
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palm tree oil vibes |
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and one day there will be none |
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a glow that burns brighter |
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going to tend to my garden |
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i wish we were strangers again |
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semicolon three lowercase c |
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be gentle, i'm fragile |
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sweet texts of good morning |
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what if we were in ghost chat |
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lovely beyond possibility |
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iii. wrong side of the mirror |
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movin mountains like a machine |
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ii. silver-blooded sterling |
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ii. definitely, infinitely |
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sunlit dappled skies |
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take a closer look |
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