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May 2013
I think about what comes in
and that maybe I could do something good with my sin

I feel fine in my room
trying to find my in bloom

I feel fine here alone
stuck in my safety zone

Maybe if I didn't think, maybe if I didn't cross that line
Maybe I'd have a good time
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