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You've got your plans to do things right. |
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I've got my mind it's all made up. |
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We have our time, |
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But now it's running out of space. |
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You know my life is just a speck, |
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And your heart is all the same, |
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See I've been staring too long at the screen. |
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Oh God, my mind is such a mess, |
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But there's these things I got to do. |
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You were my friend, |
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But now you're taking off your clothes. |
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I tried to look, but close my eyes. |
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I took a breath and made you mine. |
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You had your arms all tangled up in the moon. |
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Whats say, |
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That night you took away a little more than just my breath. |
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I swear to God that I was thinking about the summer, |
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Or the words that I wrote on the walls that saved my life. |
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I don't care if I will ever be the same, |
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But everything just keeps reminding me of winter. |
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Like the drive that I took on the night I lost my mind. |
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So, where's my hope in all of this? |
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I guess it never did exist. |
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I wrote those songs, |
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And took them all to heart. |
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You know I'm proud of what we did. |
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I left you naked and apart, |
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With your thoughts all laid out in your room. |
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So what if there's something that I missed. |
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I know you found a way to start. |
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I see the men that had you tearing up you head. |
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That's my excuse to make a mark, when you're all tangled up in red. |
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I had you tricked, but then you grabbed me by the throat. |
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Whats say, |
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That night you took away a little more than just my breath. |
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I swear to God that I was thinking about the summer, |
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Or the words that I wrote on the walls that saved my life. |
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I don't care if I will ever be the same, |
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But everything just keeps reminding me of winter. |
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Like the drive that I took on the night I lost my mind. |
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I hope you break through all of this. |
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I hear you tearing up your fists |
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With all those walls that broke your heart. |
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I'm oh so sick of everything you wrote. |
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I'll hold you true to every breath that we spoke of in this room. |
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So where's your pride, and all of your friends? |
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I hear you making this a story that we hope will never end. |
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I hope you break through all of this. |
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I hear you tearing up your fists |
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With all those walls that broke your heart. |
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I'm oh so sick of everything you wrote. |
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I'll hold you true to every breath that we spoke of in this room. |
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So where's your pride, and all of your friends? |
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I hear you making this a story that we hope will never end. |
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Are these just the nights that we stayed for? |
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Are these all the lines that could keep us here? |