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I'll have you know what's done, has turned this boy into stone. |
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Captures the light in thieves, and underneath your sleeves. |
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She's telling lies, she speaks in tongue again. |
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I'm breaking bread at your communion and it tastes like sweet revenge. |
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I'll hold my breath, until the story ends, |
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I'd wait for you, until you told me when. when? |
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My heart for your soul leaves nothing to offer. |
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What's left of this hole, keeps falling short. |
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My heart for your soul, its all falling short. |
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How dare you treat this the same way. |
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The hand that meets you, is the hand that leads you. |
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Do the wings that try become the wings that fly? |
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Last night |
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I wrote you a letter and it changed the world. |
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Last night |
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I wrote you a letter and it changed the world. |
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My heart for your soul leaves nothing to offer. |
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What's left of this hole, keeps falling short. |
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My heart for your soul, its all falling short. |
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I dare you treat this the same way. |
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Lavish homes for vanished hearts. |
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There's something |
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I need to get off my chest. |
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There's something |
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I need to get off my chest. |
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There's something |
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I need to get off my chest. |
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There's something |
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I need to get off my chest. |
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Hold on, until you're out of breath. |
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Hold on, until there's nothing left. |
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Last night |
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I wrote you a letter and it changed the world. |