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Write or call, breath a message on my wall |
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I will take apart our future and rewrite all I saw |
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Autumn nights and weeks where we made a promise not to sleep |
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Cutting corners never felt so unrewarding |
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Bleed through the notebook paper; forgive me for mistakes I've made |
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I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry baby |
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A whore in virgin clothing that's all she is to me |
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I've misplaced all the names of former enemies |
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But I have never forgotten you and how much I adore you |
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Bury me; it couldn't make things any worse |
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If our soundtrack moves emotions then it's worth the work |
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So get, get carried away with this |
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And we'll make her chalk line disappear |
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Cutting corners never felt so unrewarding |
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Bleed through the notebook paper; forgive me for mistakes I've made |
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I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry baby |
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A whore in virgin clothing that's all she is to me |
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Run away |
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I've misplaced all the names of former enemies |
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But I have never forgotten you and how much I adore you |
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When the winter comes, the other one will show us how to love |
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And I will always grab the battleaxe and tell you where to run |
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I will show you where to run |
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Run away, run away |
