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Intimate (written by Josh Cunningham)
Now we are so intimate do you think we could ever part
Though there
I
But I fear that you will forever be my crutch
Did I save myself or was I saved
Though I knew it was killing me - I did it anyway
When I think of all those years I led myself astray
Knowing it was killing me
I see it all from the other side
The prison walls around your minds
These are the subtle scars I hide
I
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