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Don't call me back, you said |
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I won't answer from that number anymore |
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Or at least until my will runs out |
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Then we're back in the same place |
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Racing down the same road once again |
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This wasn't supposed to happen |
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This curse is getting worse |
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You climb so high |
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It's such a long way to fall |
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Fine mess you can't assess |
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You just wanted for things to be simple that's all |
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I understand but |
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I'm not fine |
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You've recruited the next in your line |
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But I leave the door wide open as you get inside |
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This road has caught fire |
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Miles of red pass under the tires |
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We paint the junked parts |
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Invisible blood stains from transparent hearts |
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Buckle your seat belt and shut those eyes |
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We race for collision blinded to bright yellow signs |
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Ask why we call it goodbye |
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It's a sick addiction to beating walls |
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Obsess, ignore the lesson |
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I wanted to cut all my losses that's all |
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We sing this lullaby |
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To sing with open lies |
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A tribute to mending once severed ties |
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The melody of years |
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Is music to my tears |
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Sweet dissonant harmony fills our ears |
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And we sing along to wasted songs |
