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Want to see what a smile looks on my face?
Like wine stains on a coffee cup, a broken window pane
Old honey solid in the jar
It looks like both sides of lonely

Used to be good at pretending I was good
Half bad habits, half low hanging fruit
Still I set the table with two pawn shop spoons
For both sides of lonely

I said I was fine, what's left to mourn
But no one else knows why I get so hungry in a storm

Bless my feet for carrying me past the past
Past the sunsets, past the broken glass
Past the people expecting me to laugh
Looks like both sides of lonely

I said I was fine, what's left to mourn
But no one else knows why I get so hungry in a storm

What am I doing keeping these photographs around
The ones you said we're happy
If you only look at our mouths
Still I can't bear just to throw them out
They're my proof of both sides
Solid proof of both sides of lonely

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