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Some kind of friction has scarred me |
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But created your new style |
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My reasons to endure used to be |
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Based around who you were |
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And your brilliant passion that could blaze |
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Right in front of a perfect stranger |
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This is my downfall, my blemish |
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This is my downfall, my blemish |
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I've been told |
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This is my downfall, my blemish |
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I've been told before |
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Quit holding on to what she was |
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She doesn't recognize you |
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Or herself anymore |
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She's stuck in the process |
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Of embracing what crumbles |
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And when it happens |
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And when it happens |
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There will be no apologies |
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There will be no apologies |
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There will be no apologies |
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There will be no apologies |
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She chose to collapse what held her |
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And if not cautious there may never be |
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A cradle to soften her descent like clouds |
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New shapes are taken, but they're not always actual |
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They're never tangible, never tangible, never tangible |
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It's so brutal to see someone |
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Give it all up for nothing |
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And having no power to stop them |
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To stop them, to stop them, to stop them |
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Having no power to stop them |
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Having no power to stop them |
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And having no power to stop them |
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To stop them |
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For nothing, for nothing |
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For nothing, for nothing |
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For nothing, for nothing |
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For nothing, for nothing |
