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62 lines
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Sunshine
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There ain't a thing that you can do that's gonna ruin my night
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(But there's just something about)
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This dizzy dreamer and her bleeding little blue boy
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Licking your fingers like you're done
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And you've decided there is so much more than me (Oh)
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And baby, honestly it's harder breathing next to you
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I shake, I brought a gun and as the preacher tried to stop me
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Hold my heart, it's beating for you anyway
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What if I can't forget you? (Oh)
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I'll burn your name into my throat
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I'll be the fire that'll catch you
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And what's so good about pickin' up the pieces?
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None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole
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Nobody prays for the heartless (No)
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Nobody gives another penny for the selfish
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(You're learning how to) Taste what you kill now
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Don't mind me, I'm just reachin' for your necklace
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Talkin' to my mom about this little girl from Texas
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What if I can't forget you? (Oh)
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I'll burn your name into my throat
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I'll be the fire that'll catch you
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And what's so good about pickin' up the pieces?
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None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole
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Just give her back to me
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You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need
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So baby, what if I can't forget you? (What if I can't forget you?)
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Collide invisible lips like a shadow on the wall
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And just throw, oh no
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You can't just throw me away
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So what if I can't forget you?
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I'll burn your name into my throat
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I'll be the fire that'll catch you
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And what's so good about picking up the pieces?
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What if I don't even want to?
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What if I can't forget you?
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I'll burn your name into my throat
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I'll be the fire that'll catch you
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And what's so good about picking up the pieces?
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None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole
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Just give her back to me
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You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need
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So baby, what if I can't forget you? (What if I can't forget you?)
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I'd better learn to live alone
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What's so good about picking up the pieces?
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What's so good about? What's so good about?
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What's so good about picking up the pieces?
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___________________
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Name Caraphernelia
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Artist Pierce The Veil
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Album Selfish Machines
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