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Why do you cry out in your sleep, |
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And turn the other way; |
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Pretend that you're not afraid? |
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So many times I would lie awake in the middle of the night, |
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And listen to your heart beat with mine. |
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But it's too cold to go outside... |
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And talk about the wasted times |
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That I'll never get back. |
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Fuck those wasted times |
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That I'll never get back. |
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As the clouds started to clear, |
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I could feel your breath |
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Holding me down like the weight of the world |
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On my shoulders. |
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I could feel that your arms shake, |
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As your heart starts to break. |
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But you're broken... |
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Broken inside. |
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But it's not cold anymore... |
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So why do your lips still feel sore? |
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And I can tell you're not happy anymore, |
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Your skin's too cold to touch. |
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It's obvious I'm being ignored. |
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Fuck those wasted times |
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That I'll never get back. |
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As the clouds started to clear, |
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I could feel your breath |
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Holding me down like the weight of the world |
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On my shoulders. |
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I could feel that your arms shake, |
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As your heart starts to break. |
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But you're broken... |
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Broken inside. |
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I'm still searching for an easy escape for you, |
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But I'm sorry... |
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I'm sorry... |
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You're so lost. |
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I'm sorry... |
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I was never there. |
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I'm sorry, |
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I was never there... |
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But at the time, I really didn't care. |
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I really didn't care... |
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I really didn't care. |
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As the clouds started to clear, |
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I could feel your breath |
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Holding me down like the weight of the world |
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On my shoulders. |
