歌词
There are fields for what you think and what you feel.
Paraphrase your life, they don't care for detail.
A yellow paper canvas with cells for your conclusions.
Sign the dotted line and law will make it truthful.
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They'll file us close in a heavy steel box.
Cast away not guarded or locked.
As we were, that's how we'll stay.
Aside from the files you placed in the way.
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We'll smile adjacent phrases. the ink documents my mistakes.
This will be the last you here from me. we can't be friends.
We're nothing but paper and pens.
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We'll always be close in the box where we rest.
R for rejected and s for success