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Between the stacks in the library
not like anyone stopped to see.
We came they went, our bodies spent
among the dust and the microfiche.
Dark winters wear you down
up again to see the dawn
in your worn sweatshirt
and your mother's old skirt.
It's enough to turn my studies down.

Now that you feel, You say it's not real
Now that you feel, You say it's not real

I never thought I would come of age
let alone on a moldy page.
You put your back to the spines
and you said Iit was fine
if there's nothing really left to say.
You're taking toffee with your Vicodin
something sweet to forget about him
if yo go your own way I will go my own way
and we'll never speak of it again.

Now that you feel, You say it's not real
Now that you feel, You say it's not real

Don't check me out!
Don't check me out!
Don't check me o-o-o-out!
Don't check me out!
Don't check me out!
Don't check me o-o-o-out!
Don't check me out!
Don't check me out!
Don't check me o-o-o-out!
Don't check me out!
Don't check me out!
Don't check me o-o-o-out!
Don't check me out!
Don't check me out!
Don't check me o-o-o-out!
Don't check me out!
Don't check me out!
Don't check me o-o-o-out!
Don't check me out!
Don't check me out!
Don't check me o-o-o-out!

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