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i'll tell myself that, that i'm not standing here, |
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convince myself that i'm standing somewhere else |
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where we can make believe all of our friends from enemies, where, |
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where we can make believe it all. |
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but now you're not making any sense |
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pay attention to yourself. |
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and now you're not helping anything |
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pay attention to yourself. |
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it's not an opinion, it's a bad idea. |
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count me out and take the blame for yourself |
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chances are, the chances don't look too good right now. |
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street light illuminate shadows that stand beside themselves. |
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and the outcome never fit the first idea |
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i can't make heads or tails of your declarations now. |
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someone else's cigarette is in the ashtray |
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that sat at the foot of our bed. |
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you said, wear well those scars along your back. |
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you said, wear well those scars along your arms. |
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well that's not all you said. |
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now you wish that we could be like someone else. |
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and now you're not changing anything, |
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pay attention to yourself. |
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it's not an opinion, it's a waste of breath. |
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count me out and take the blame for yourself. |
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chances are, the chances, they look just fine. |
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telling me on bloody knees and two of them were mine |
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and the outcome never fit the first idea. |
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can't make heads or tails of your declarations. |
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and you wake up on a city bench at 5AM |
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no one's there to walk you home. |
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it's too cold outside to watch the sun rise. [x3] |
