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Well I'll sit here and convince myself it's true. |
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If you keep on telling your friends that we're through. |
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I've got nothing here but loneliness |
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Holes in walls and bleeding fists. |
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My head is pounding like a pillow, like a big black song. |
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Well my friends and |
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I try to tell me you're gone. |
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Won't listen to myself or anyone. |
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You got on a plane and off you went. |
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You're never coming back again. |
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I'm trying to convince myself it's true. |
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Convincing myself |
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I'll be just fine without you. [x3] |
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I'll be here telling myself it's true. |
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I sit here trying to convince myself it's true. |
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But you keep on pretending you have no clue. |
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I'd kill for you and eat the flesh. |
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Give you the heart and burn the rest. |
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A thousand miles ain't shit to walk if |
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I'm walking to hold you but |
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I'll be just fine without you [x3] |
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I'll be here telling myself |
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I'll be just fine without you [x6] |
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I'll be here telling myself it's true. |