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Think I push too hard |
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I think that's what you said |
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So why would I want to stay |
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Oh no |
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See all my mistakes |
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Watch the whole thing coming down |
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Now I could never wait |
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To wake up to alarms |
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Before it gets that bad |
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Oh no |
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I'm already gone |
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Kicking down the open doors |
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I wish you would say |
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When I fuck up that it's ok |
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That it's just a scrape |
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All this blood is gonna wash away |
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Sunlight on your face |
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On these too cold December days |
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I'll look past the stains |
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How they wash, how they wash away |
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What is left to say |
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When I can't count on my words |
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Before the first snow stays |
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Oh no |
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I will be so far |
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To the north of any place |
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I wish you would say |
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When I fuck up that it's ok |
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That it's just a scrape |
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All this blood is gonna wash away |
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Sunlight on your face |
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On these too cold December days |
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I'll look past the stains |
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How they wash, how they wash away |
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I wish you would say |
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When I fuck up that it's ok |
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That it's just a scrape |
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All this blood is gonna wash away |
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Sunlight on your face |
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On these too cold December days |
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I'll look past the stains |
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How they wash, how they wash away |
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Shadows they don't stain |
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They just wash, they just wash away |
