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And you know that we're doomed. My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
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I am a collection of dismantled almosts
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Everything that I’ve ever done I can still relate to, and feel connected to it in a way. There’s no part of my life that I look at and go, ‘I don’t recognize that person at all.'
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Show me your thorns and i'll show you hands ready to bleed
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