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All the things that I ran from
I now bring as close to me as I can
Ripping hotel sheets with gritted teeth
My montage of lost things, my shiny trinkets of grief
Why don't you give me a call?
Open my mouth, yes, I'll take it all
And all this work gone to waste
You make me climb when you shut the gate
