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oh god, here it comes |
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again |
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here's that memory that'll |
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just break my back |
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and when i figured it out |
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i thought i'd get by |
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here it comes, it'll |
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blacken the sun |
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it'll bury me alive, |
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save me from myself |
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turn around, throw it all |
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away |
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turn around until it all |
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breaks down |
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to the fields of falling |
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angels |
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best friends what we used |
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to say |
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all this time it feels |
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like yesterday |
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remembering when we said |
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goodbye |
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still i doubt i'll ever |
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figure out why |
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save me from myself |
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turn around. throw it all |
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away |
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turn around `til it all |
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breaks down |
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to the fields of falling |
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angels |
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if i die before i wake |
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it'll never end the sorrow |
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save me from myself |
