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There's a box under his bed
that he never opens up
but tonight he pulls it out
cause he's come to look for
evidence of what he fears:
senseless tears
wasted years

he pulls some relics out
studies each and every one
he reads between the lines
one more time before he
breaks the spell that held him down
those sentences that
sentenced him

Does nothing last?
The setting sun becomes a sinking ship;
chained to the helm—looks like he's going down...

A love like that
never should have come
never sh

My dog says that she will do anything
My dog says that she will love anyone
My dog says that she will try anything
My dog, he's the one I listen to
When I suck back the glass and look through the cubes
Sun shines through, burn my eyes
My dog, he's the one that I listen to