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Asking so many questions |
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Finding so little answers |
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My friends told me to give up the ghost |
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and move on |
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But I don't like to take my chances |
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to take my chances |
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Pick me up off the floorboards |
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I'm not dead and burried yet |
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They always seem to creak |
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When I needed someone to speak to |
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They've been the only thing I've talked to in weeks |
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Where were you |
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Where were you? |
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Stitch me up and make me new |
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I need someone to pull me through |
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Endless nights with open wounds |
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I've been to hell and back because of you |
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Why tell me I need to change? |
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When you woke up in someone else's bed |
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Without even knowing their name |
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I may have crossed the line |
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This Time! |
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But I sure as hell hope you have a rope for this climb |
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From here on out it's all a downward slope |
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And I'm not falling for anyone or anything |
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Othe than the noose you tied around my neck |
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I've lost all sense of space and time |
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Just thinking about when you were mine |
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The days become weeks and the weeks into months |
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I refuse to put on these implausible fronts |
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To face the world would cause me to self destruct |
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To face the world would cause me to self destruct |
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The days become weeks and the weeks into months |
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I refuse to put on these implausible fronts |
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To face the world would cause me to self destruct |
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To face the world |
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Pick me up off the floorboards |
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I'm not dead and burried yet |
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They always seem to creak |
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When I needed someone to speak to |
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They've been the only thing I've talked to in weeks |
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Where were you |
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Where were you? |
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Picke me up (Up!) off the floorboards |
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I'm not dead and buried yet |
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So pick me up (Up!) off the floorboards |
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I'm not dead and buried yet! |