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~on paper it makes perfect sense~

well if it helps you to stay awake
you take a look down off the shelf
come on shake me down
… the boxes never reach my house
things don’t just happen, they don’t just happen by themselves
I need a piece of paper
tell me you are not forgotten

I think my memory’s strong, but whatever you say
you wouldn’t let me bring much with me
an unsuccessful attempt to try and erase
you write things in their place
they feel good and I’m history ('cause my heart is made of stone)
… they will eat you from the inside
clean is not a state that’s real

I’m pretty sure there’s someone near me
we have so much to answer for

have you got a minute?

have you got a year?

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