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And I let go of everything I ever had
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'Cause I couldn't give the love you deserved
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By the Gunner you shouted, "Oh, my God"
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"churlish" means rude, surly, or ungracious
It seemed churlish, but it's what I was owed, I suppose
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Every flagstone of this town bears our prints
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And all the bars 'round here serve my ghosts and carcasses
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I wish I knew these things when I was young
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'Cause now I've just grown so numb
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We take whatever we can to get the reason back
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So please, don't rein me in
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Don't rein me in
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Please, don't rein me in
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I'm working myself up to a nice warm bliss
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"Tinnitus" is the perception of noise or ringing in the ears, without an external sound source.
All my memories of you ring like tinnitus
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If I stop, it's just pain
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Please, don't rein me in
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I wish I could tell you everything
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But my stomach was too weak
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Sometimes it's easier to throw away your love
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Instead of accepting its defeat
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Don't rein me in
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Please, don't rein me in
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Now I'm working myself up to a nice warm bliss
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All my memories of you ring like tinnitus
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If I stop it's just pain
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Please, don't rein me in
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And I'm, I'm stood here chewing everybody's lugs off
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Telling everybody how much I f*cked it up
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Telling everybody how much I f*cked it up
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Telling everybody but you, how much I f*cked it up
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Slow down
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Slow down
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Now I'm working myself up to a nice warm bliss
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All my memories of you ring like tinnitus
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If I stop it's just pain
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Please, don't rein me in
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Now I'm working myself up to a nice warm bliss
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All my memories of you ring like tinnitus
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If I stop it's just pain
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Please, don't rein me in
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