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Her voice cuts through the walls |
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Rings through everything that's hollow |
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These bitter words recall |
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All that's left and hard to swallow |
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She was always good for nothing when the good broke bad |
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All's she got to lose is everything she never has(Every back turned to her) |
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We put it down in a shallow grave |
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She wears a dress like body bag everyday |
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And this way she won't have to run away |
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And she can keep her regrets at bay everyday |
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Her blood runs hot to cold |
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Always breaking while she borrows |
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Her favors bought and sold |
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She lives like she's dead tomorrow |
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Just another reason looking for the next 'because' |
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Just another has-been wishing that she never was(Every back turned to her) |
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We put it down in a shallow grave |
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She wears a dress like body bag everyday |
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And this way she won't have to run away |
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And she can keep her regrets at bay everyday |
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Tomorrow's not a new day |
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Or time to think things through |
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As patience starts to fall away |
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A day can feel like two |
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When we gave her a new face |
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The past was out of view |
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She never fooled us |
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Because she could never fool herself |
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We put it down in a shallow grave |
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She wears a dress like body bag everyday |
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And this way she won't have to run away |
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And she can keep her regrets at bay everyday |