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I stole books I'll never read from your attic
I listened to your radio, and all I heard was static
Humming it perfectly, under my breath
It was better than singing in
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I put tape on my records so I couldn't hear the noise
I got a guitar because I lost my voice
I didn't know the photo was permanent
Description on the back in
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I don't miss friends, I miss company
I wait for motivation to hit me
All of my thoughts are the product of theft
Death sentence written in
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Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Michael
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