Remote And Dark Years

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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
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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