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Excuses

Explanations

You know better than that

Take a break

I just did

Just another drop

Too many

In the bucket


Why don’t you stop

Why don’t you listen

This is important 

You know where we’ll end up

So what?

I know you don’t want to go there


This would be much easier if I had someone to talk to

You have me

Someone real

Yes I am

Sure, I guess

You know it 

I’m here aren’t I?

I’m always here

No matter where we are

So I thought

So I thought

So you thought

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