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This is the soundtrack |
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To saying goodbye |
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We are making out |
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With desperate days |
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So turn the volume up high (You love it) |
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God bless repeat - play nights |
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Heartbreaks and fights |
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And all the pretty kids |
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With the tired tired eyes |
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Sitting out parties |
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To be with your headphones |
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Reciting your last words |
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And writing your last notes |
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This is the soundtrack |
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To saying goodbye |
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For feeling cold like |
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December In the middle of |
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July (so fuck it) |
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We are dead flowers |
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And pocket change - me |
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Forcing smiles - so tragic baby |
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We are the depressed |
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Future heartbreakers |
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And this is how we sound |
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Sometimes |
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I just want to fade away |
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With no goodbyes - or anything |
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I slept right through the yesterdays ' |
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Cause everybody was in my way |
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This is the soundtrack |
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To saying goodbye |
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We are dropping coins |
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Into dead payphones |
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To hear the sound of our voice |
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Just to know we're alone |
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And it's beyond me |
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Why people couldn't see |
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We were the true meaning of beauty |
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Hhumming "love" |
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With stiches in our hands |
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So young, |
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I broke a wall with my hand |
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That broke a heart with a pen |
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So young, |
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I was singing "Love" in my head |
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And if you know what |
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I know Then you know that love is dead |
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We were born just to fade away |
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With no goodbyes - or anything |
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We slept right through the yesterdays ' |
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Cause everybody was in our way |
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Goodbye my loves |
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You can have my heart |
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This is volume three of our tragedy |
