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OOoooohhhoohhh uhhhhuhhh ooooOOOooo |
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Tear up the pages I wrote |
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Take the knife from my throat |
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Scream at an (your) empty chair |
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Finally getting somewhere with you gone, |
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There's no music in song, |
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You really didn't stay long, |
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Considering, |
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We were going to die |
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In each other's arms. |
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Take down the pictures of us, |
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Nails in the coffin of trust. |
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Kick out the rest of the dirt, |
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Trying to bury the hurt |
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With you gone, there's no music in song |
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You didn't really stay long considering, |
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We were going to die in each other's arms. |
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Each other's arms. |
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There is not a day I don't carve into the stone |
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Somewhere along the way, I, I must have died alone. |
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With you gone, there's no music in song |
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You didn't really stay long considering, |
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We were going to die in each other's arms. |
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Each other's arms. each other's arms. |
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mmmmmmmmmmMMMMMmmmmmmmm |
