Db 
I couldn't help but notice that near the 
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corner of your mouth
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there was a piece of food escaping
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and it was trying to stay out

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I started thinking about myself like
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I always seem to do
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I couldn't stop myself from saying what
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might seem theatrical to you it's just

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I dont want anymore
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I dont want anymore
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no more remote and dark years
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no more remote and dark years
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no more remote and dark years, dark years
                    Ab
no more remote and dark years


It's like there were these bottles
near the end of my street
they were escaping into the sewer
into the sewer near my feet
but I picked them up and I flattened them
and I pushed them through the grates
I know it seems unrelated
but I'm trying to relate to you that
I don't want anymore
I don't want anymore
no more remote and dark years
no more remote and dark years
no more remote and dark years, dark years
no more remote and dark years

I, I, I don't want
I, I, I
no more remote and dark years
I, I, I don't want
no more remote and dark years
I, I, I
no more remote and dark years, dark years
no more remote and dark years
I don't want anymore
remote and dark years, remote and dark years
I don't want anymore
remote and dark years, remote and dark years
I, I, I don't want
I, I, I 
I, I, I don't want
I, I, I
remote and dark years