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creep back to old habits no time has passed at all move forth with uncertain doubts and wandering

minds and steadfast hands to keep

you and I old laces in new shoes squeaky and tight white beaten laces dirtied with ten billion different floors torn at the aglets worn

ease back to comfort falling back to two as one and empty sides without keep me warm

you and I - were new

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