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it's an open memory of actions in between one part bitter sweet two parts you and me and I can't shake the feeling of an obligation constructed of stretching miles I can't deal with and as your rugburns become five alarms you let the past come back to burn us keep my head up I started work today in my old deceptive ways it may be hot out here, but I won't pray for rain and I can't shake the feeling of an obligation constructed of stretching miles I can't deal with |