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Sometimes you could hear a pin drop or the ticking of the clock |
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Between the surface conversation, no matter what they were saying |
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They never talked |
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Sometimes I would hear 'em screaming, when they thought that I was sleeping |
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They'd just fight about whatever, I don't know if they ever had a reason |
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Am I the product of a problem that I couldn't change? |
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Got his eyes, got her hair |
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So do I get their mistakes? |
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I know that you can't walk across a bridge that's already burned, so |
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What am I supposed to do?, I can't help that they chose |
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To breathe it in, but I don't wanna choke |
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On that secondhand smoke |
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Sometimes I hear myself saying hand-me-down words |
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It's so easy to forget that he ain't him and I ain't her |
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And when I think the fighting has to end in a goodbye, |
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I wanna prove me wrong, but I'm scared I'll prove me right, 'cause |
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I know that you can't walk across a bridge that's already burned, so |
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What am I supposed to do?, I can't help that they chose |
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To breathe it in, but I don't wanna choke |
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On that secondhand smoke |
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Oh, no |
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Will I be better, find forever, be the one to shake the habit, |
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Break away from broken things, and rise above the ashes? |
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I know that you can't walk across a bridge that's already burned, so |
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What am I supposed to do?, I can't help that they chose |
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To breathe it in, but I don't wanna choke |
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No, I ain't gonna choke |
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On that secondhand smoke |
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Oh |