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I've seen death as it sneaked up behind you |
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Patiently taking its aim |
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As it aimed for the spark in your eyes |
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Resistance from here looked so lame |
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What used to scare me is not worth one thought |
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As i cling to the memory of |
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Pitch black coffee and cigarette used |
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While i aimed for a smile on your face |
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I tried to sit straight up the side of your bed |
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And pour my thoughts straight down the drain |
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When it pours i'd much rather get wet |
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Than to shelter my thoughts from the rain |
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While i chill my guitar to your amplified breath |
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And hum away thoughts of your death |
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All i got left is one awkward embrace |
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My last aim for a smile on your face |