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I'll start this broken heart |
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I'll fix it up so it will work again |
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Better than before |
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Then I'll star in a mystery |
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A tragic tale of all that's yet to come |
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With fingers crossed, there will be love |
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But I get carried away with every day |
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And every fantasy |
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The deeper the wound, the harder I swoon |
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And wish that that was me |
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So much to say but no words to convey |
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The loneliness building with each passing day |
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But I'm getting used to it, you have to get used to it |
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I'll devise the best disguise |
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A brand new look and take them by surprise |
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They'll never guess what's not inside |
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I'll express myself with ease |
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With confidence and character complete |
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With fingers crossed they'll talk to me |
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But I get carried away with every page |
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In every magazine |
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The cheaper the thrill, the deeper I fill |
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My head with blasphemy |
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So much to say but no words to convey |
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The loneliness building with each passing day |
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But I'm getting used to it, you have to get used to it |
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I'll destroy this useless heart |
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I'll fuck it up so it'll never beat again |
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Not just for me but for anyone |
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But I get carried away with every phrase |
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And made up malady |
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The longer I hide behind these lies |
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The more I disintegrate |
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So much to say but no words to convey |
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The loneliness building with each passing day |
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Never get used to it, you just have to live with it |
