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26 lines
775 B
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There is weight in the words we've said
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Too heavy to carry in our heads
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There's a chance that I thought had gone
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But here we are, playing along
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I admit I'm scared
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So fragile, emotionally impaired (hopeless)
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Damaged goods
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So broken, so misunderstood
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(wreckless and careless)
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And I can see
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That rain cloud that follows me
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Looks like the one that follows you
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And the same ghosts that keep me awake haunt your nights just the same
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All dressed up in black and grey
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We know each other just the same
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And every mile that sits between
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Won't understand what it means
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To have one look mean everything
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And throw all caution to the sea
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I have faith in us if we don't self destruct
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Name Face Ghost
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Artist Touché Amoré
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Album Parting the Sea Between Brightness and Me
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