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I want to trace your scars with my fingertips |
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Follow it's fracturing line |
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I think you should know how beautiful and brave |
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You already are |
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So sick of secondhand lovers carving names on my chest |
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If I lean in too close, it's to kiss or confess |
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Promise you won't let on |
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And I won't let you down |
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But you're a silent film, all the way back home |
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So alone |
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And I'm a mockingbird who's just lost his voice |
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Did you tell? |
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So sick of secondhand lovers carving names on my chest |
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If I lean in too close, it's to kiss or confess |
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Promise you won't let on |
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And I won't let you down |
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If my eyes can talk, they are betraying me now |
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With whispers sad and soft, they say I'm falling, falling |
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This is impossible, there's nothing here for us |
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If you don't let on, then I won't let you down |
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If you don't let on, then I won't |
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So sick of secondhand lovers carving names on my chest |
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If I lean in too close, it's to kiss or confess |
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Promise you won't let on |
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And I won't let you down |
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I won't let you down |
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I won't let you down |
