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Old KnotsHere I've found some dusty knots I forget how they were tied I wish I'd written diagrams So I could break them when I triedOld Knots
Instead I left them tangled up So tight I'd pulled the lines 'til every one was all the rest Each one another entwined
I pushed, I pulled, I clawed and bit Each of the knots held strong And now I know why here they stayed Hidden away so long
I'll box, I'll hide, I'll stash away Once more without a trace But deep inside I'll want to know Why I tied the damn things in the first place
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you're just jealous cause I'm young and in love
your stomach's filled up but you're starved for conversation
you're spending all your nights growing old in your bed
and your tearin up your photos cause you wanna forget... it's over
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This is the room, one afternoon, I knew I could love you.
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This is the room, one afternoon, I knew I could love you.
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Loves are like empires: when the idea they are founded on crumbles, they too fade away.
-Milan Kundera
I'm glad you like my junk.
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This is the room, one afternoon, I knew I could love you.
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Loves are like empires: when the idea they are founded on crumbles, they too fade away.
-Milan Kundera
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This is the room, one afternoon, I knew I could love you.
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