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I'm on fire |
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And the day is feeling hopeless |
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You'd see me burning |
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But the burning's turning smokeless |
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Soon I won't feel at all - |
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No It's electric |
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The neon hurt inside your phone call |
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The layered sadness and her madness it revolves |
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Bringing down the walls where you found love - |
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No I'm willing to break myself |
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To shake this hell from everything |
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I touch I'm willing to bleed for days - my reds and grays |
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So you don't hurt so much |
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Now I'm static |
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As your sky is turning purple and gray |
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I'm learning that the further that |
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I crawl The further that |
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I fall - is that |
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OK - No And you're in pieces |
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As your world becomes a rainstorm |
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You've got no shelter - |
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I'm a thousand miles away |
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If you survive the day you say |
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Say you're leaving |
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You say your leaving |
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Well, I'm willing to break myself |
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To shake this hell from everything |
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I touch I'm willing to bleed for days - my reds and grays |
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So you don't hurt so much |
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So you don't hurt so much |
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Never again - will we fire this gun - |
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Never again - you're the only one |
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Never again - but you're already gone. |
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I'm willing to break myself |
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I'm not afraid |
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I'm willing to break myself |
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I'm not afraid |
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I'm willing to break myself |
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I'm not afraid |
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I'm willing to break myself |
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To shake this hell from everything |
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I touch I'm willing to bleed for days - my reds and grays |
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So you don't hurt so much |
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So much So much |
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So much So much |
