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Never does it go to show
In the throes of hope will we try to feel alive
We mind, but we’re fine

Easier than rope
But no choke starts without a fire
But we try to seem fine all the time (all the time)

Tell her how you told me at home
You’d hold me close until we died while you drive
We decide to try to try

Leaving what you know makes it hard to feel the tide
This time