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I don't want to talk about it |
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I don't think you'd understand, |
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How things can get so fucked up |
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With such good, good intentions |
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And if roofs turn to sky |
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Held by the gravity of nothing |
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An ironic and literal |
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Making of a bed. |
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You can walk away, but there is a reason to stay. |
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They make bad bad jokes |
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It's okay not to laugh. |
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And for every push forward |
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You get the same fucking push back. |
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And you got nowhere to go |
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So you found some place. |
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And you got nothing to say |
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You start lying. |
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Just what the fuck were you thinking? |
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I'm not sorry... I'd do it all again. |
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All the lines between hate, love, and revenge |
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It's just dead, it's dead, it's dead |
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Just dead feelings. |
