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Spark the sun to blind my eyes. |
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A reaction could honestly be the start to a new beginning, |
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Won't watch myself become a dead man. |
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The pressure to make this decision |
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Where we can be more than this. |
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We're better off. |
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Another face I don't know, |
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Another place I have been. |
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Wasting all your years on good times. |
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Exposed to my skin and bones, |
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It's a long road on the run. |
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This is the first time I can finally stand on my own two feet, |
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Without the crutch of your hands to bury me. |
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What would you do if I needed you? |
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The pressure to make this decision, |
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Where we can be more than this. |
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We're better off. |
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Another face I don't know, |
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Another place I have been. |
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Wasting all your years on good times. |
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Exposed to my skin and bones. |
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It's a long road on the run. |
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What would you do if I needed you? |
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Are you who you said that you would be? |
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This is what we don't talk about. |
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Throwing me away, always throwing me away. |
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Throwing me away. |
