No social skills no special price
I can only try to empathize
Good memories held in my hand
Through finger cracks they fall like sand
If only there were some to keep
I'd have to trade them all for sleep
I can only try to empathize
Good memories held in my hand
Through finger cracks they fall like sand
If only there were some to keep
I'd have to trade them all for sleep
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