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All of my own is here for you, I swear it s true
Although these consequence, seem to break us into two
It s not just a fancy thought
I swear it s the moment of truth
It s not some final sealed for sent
Sent from far out of the blue
Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words
The pain is worse than falling down a flight of stairs
We re all in a circle, it all comes back to you
We re all recycled, but together without use
All of my thoughts are yours to keep
It s all for free
Good or bad, simple and true
Not trying to get out of this cheaply
Filled up with hope,
Or a false sense of security
But that I m getting to, oh
Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words
The pain is worse than falling down a flight of stairs
We re all in a circle, it all comes back to you
We re all recycled, but together without use
All of my own is here for you, I swear it s true
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