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| Restriction 
 Why can't you see those hands are cold and gray?
 
 When her imperfections hide away
 
 And in the half light you can barely see that face
 
 Maybe it's better that way
 
 As you fall into waiting arms
 
 That loosen their embrace
 
 Finding comfort in restriction
 
 Eternally replace
 
 Why don't you know what's going on here?
 
 The same things happen every few years
 
 As you fall into waiting arms
 
 That loosen their embrace
 
 Finding comfort in restriction
 
 Eternally replace
 
 Why can't you see those hands are cold and gray?
 
 Their imperfections hide away
 
 At times you realize you barely knew that name
 
 Maybe it's better that way
 
 As you fall into waiting arms
 
 That loosen their embrace
 
 Finding comfort in restriction
 
 Eternally replace
 
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