INTRO A Db# D
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I don't feel alright in spite of these comforting sounds you make.
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I don't feel alright because you make promises that you break.
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Into your house, why don't we share our solitude?
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Nothing is pure anymore but solitude.
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It's hard to make sense, feels as if I'm sensing you through a lens.
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If someone else comes, I'd just sit here listening to the drums.
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Previously I never called it solitude.
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And probably you know all the dirty shows I've put on.
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Blunted and exhausted like anyone.
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Honestly I tried to avoid it.
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Honestly.
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Back when we were kids, we would always know when to stiop.
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And now all the good kids are messing up.
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Nobody has gained or accomplished anything.
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