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Like an empty shell |
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On the book in your hands |
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You could read my mind |
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In every lie |
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I could see myself |
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In the tip of your eyes |
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When I open up to you |
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I guess I should had realized |
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Wish I could see myself |
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In anything |
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Now it seems nothing |
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Is everything |
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Every time I give in |
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I'm reaching out |
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You just won't |
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Hear me out |
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Just a single word |
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Every now and them sometimes |
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It's not to be tould |
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Between the lies |
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Like a broken spell |
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My descendants to your eyes |
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If only feel it in |
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Forgiveness is your price |
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I wish I could see myself |
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In anything |
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Now it seems nothing |
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Is everything |
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Every time I give in |
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I'm reaching out |
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You just won't |
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Hear me out |
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In the end |
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You will find |
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A story never tould |
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Never written down |
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By anyone |
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You can hear yourself |
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Like echoes down the hall |
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(Echoes down the hall) |
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As you whisper my name |
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The words came tumbling in |
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I wish I could see myself |
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In anything |
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Now it seems nothing |
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Is everything |
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Every time I give in |
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I'm reaching out |
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You just won't |
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Hear me out |
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I wish I could see myself |
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In anything |
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Now it seems nothing |
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Is everything |
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Every time I give in |
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I'm reaching out |
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You just won't |
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Hear me out |
