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Sick of trying to find a way inside.
Sick and tired of all the after.
Sick of trying to find a way to slide.
Even though it always ends in laughter.
It's never hard to tell when things are done
She looked into my eyes and a voice said “RUN”.
She says that I'm a mess but it's alright.
Whether it's 2 weeks, 2 years or just tonight.

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