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| We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goods. What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose. | |
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| This far, but no further. I'm hanging off a branch. I'm teetering on a breaker. | |
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| Honey sweets so fall asleep. | |
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| You fell into our arms. You fell into our arms. We tried but there was nothing we could do. Nothing we could do. | |
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| All evidence has been buried, all tapes have been erased. But your footsteps give you away, so you're backtracking. | |
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