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This is a story of burning bridges |
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and allowing time to pass |
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this is a story of forgiveness |
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and breaking things in my hands |
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this is a story of understanding |
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you can't choose who you love |
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and this is a story of soft skin |
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and rats in the walls |
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well you can't just pass along |
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the pain that comes around |
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you'll go dizzy until you fall |
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and I know you didn't mean to let me down |
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but you let me down so hard |
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this is a story of loaded glances |
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and leaning in too far |
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this is a story of vague advances |
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and confessions in smoky bars |
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so now I am walking down the sidewalk |
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and I am singing to myself |
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and I'm going to leave it all behind me now |
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'cause I don't need this, |
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I just don't need this |
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and you can't... |
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these memories are talking and talking |
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and I'll do anything to shut 'em up |
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I've got the pillow over my head |
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but they won't stop |
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no, no they won't stop |
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some fantasies are never meant to be |
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realized at all |
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and some regrets could be prevented |
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if you read the writing on the wall |
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oh and sometimes you say "you know nothing can happen" |
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and then she leans over and lifts off your glasses |
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and the next thing you know you're just tangled and guilty |
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and you've got a head full of liquor and perfume |
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oh and when did you leave me |
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and when did you find her |
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and tell me is this just what you wanted... |
