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I've been scolding myself with my dead name
it's hanging on with the ring of a catchphrase
that the quiet relief of a thursday took pains to erase

there are some songs you don't wanna wear out
like the sound of those words in your mouth
but nothing could outweigh the doubt the silence was singing about

I tried to put it into words
but in my mouth it all just blurred

and on the days you don't wanna wake up
feeling like you've been hit by a truck
we both knew the lines that we'd run were too late and still not enough

I tried to put it into words
but in my mouth it all just blurred

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