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Look out! |
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Keeping to yourself life's getting old |
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This cold December night feels so alone |
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The bathtubs overflowing, as you dissolve into it |
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And write a letter to a broken home |
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You feel it sinking in, the water you breathe in |
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All these faces, see what you created |
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They battle tears just to say, I'll miss your smile |
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If you could get a second chance, |
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Then you'd take it |
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A chance you'd take to change the past, |
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And you'd change it |
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You'd tell your friends you needed help |
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To get through it |
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No blood, no tears, no loss tonight and you'll thank me |
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All these faces, see what you created |
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They battle tears just to say, I'll miss your smile |
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Yeah! |
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See what you've created, |
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Nobody understands |
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So if it came down to it, |
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Could you ever do it? |
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You'd take it |
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And you'd take it |
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And get through it |
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You'd get through it |
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And you'd take it |
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And you'd change it |
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And you'd make me |
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And you'd thank me. |
