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So what, you've got a lot of nerve, don't you? |
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Wrapped up in a silhouette of light. |
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I think I heard you say "The world is ending." |
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Guess not, 'cause we're both still alive. |
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Do you remember when September was living? |
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Yeah, the heart of life was still good to go. |
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No one could touch us. We were living a dream, |
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and we liked our music acoustic, pretty, and slow. |
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I'm through trying to like the lightning. |
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Something's gone, but finally I can see. |
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You might be my last chance at a good thing. |
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You might be my last chance at a good thing. |
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Bring back the way they looked at us |
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when we picked up guitars and learned to cuss. |
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This is our year, we can do what we want. |
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Making history no one will see in a parking lot. |
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I'm through trying to like the lightning. |
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Something's gone, but finally I can see. |
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You might be my last chance at a good thing. |
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You might be my last chance... |
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Sometimes I make a list of the things I don't get right, |
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a complicated dream of the scenes my mind made up. |
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Did you lie when you said you missed me? |
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Let's all drop this wish somehow. |
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I'll be fine, I promise. |
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I'm through trying to like the lightning. |
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Something's gone, but finally I can see |
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you're a good thing. |
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(...through trying to like the lightning) |
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(I'm through trying to like the lightning) |
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You're a good thing. |
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(I'm through trying to like the lightning) |
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(You might be my last chance) |
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You're a good thing. |
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You might be my last chance at a good thing. |
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Yeah, you might be my last chance. |
