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What used to be
Walking out that door
What use to me
Coming back for more
And we're different now
That we're trying not to score
So confused to how
I keep coming back for more
What use to me
Coming back for more
And we're different now
Healing both our sores
So continue now
I am trying not to blow
And it's awful after all
The faces I still see
And I hope to find you there
In the greatest underneath
And I hope to find you there
In the greatest underneath
We're nothing after all
Just grinding of the teeth
WRITERS
James Owens
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