73 lines
1.6 KiB
Plaintext
73 lines
1.6 KiB
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If it makes you less sad
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I will die by your hand
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I hope you find out what you want
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I already know what I am
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And if it makes you less sad
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We'll start talking again
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You can tell me how vile
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I already know that I am
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I'll grow old
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Start acting my age
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I'll be a brand new day
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In a life that you hate
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A crown of gold
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A heart that's harder than stone
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And it hurts a whole lot
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But it's missed when it's gone
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Call me a safe bet
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I'm betting I'm not
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I'm glad that you can forgive
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Only hoping as time goes you can forget
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If it makes you less sad
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I'll move out of the state
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You can keep to yourself
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I'll keep out of your way
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And if it makes you less sad
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I'll take your pictures all down
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Every picture you paint
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I will paint myself out
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It's cold as a tomb
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And it's dark in your room
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When I sneak to your bed
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To pour salt in your wounds
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So call it quits
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Or get a grip
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You say you wanted a solution
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But you just wanted to be missed
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Call me a safe bet
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I'm betting I'm not
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I'm glad that you can forgive
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Only hoping as time goes you can forget
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So you can forget
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You can forget
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You are calm and reposed
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It lets your beauty unfold
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Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones
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Spring keeps you ever close
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You are second hand smoke
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You are so fragile and thin
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Standing trial for your sins
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Holding on to yourself the best you can
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You are the smell before rain
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You are the blood in my veins
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Call me a safe bet
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I'm betting I'm not
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I'm glad that you can forgive
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Only hoping as time goes you can forget
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Name The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot
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Artist Brand New
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Album Deja Entendu
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