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You bless this air, but it chokes hard, |
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So bless my heart, and, my goodbyes, |
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This music box has lost its key, and only plays out of tune, |
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It's taken all my words, prisoner of you |
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There's no such thing as sweet goodbyes |
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Prey they find you, when the sunrise comes, |
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Before you, realize what you've lost |
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Do you think we'll make it out alive? |
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So I ask you to remember, back to winter 95, |
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I could have saved your life, you could've saved mine, |
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(You could have saved mine) |
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Now the wolves that hunt you, in your sleep, |
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You feel their breath upon your neck, you won't be so lucky next time |
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There's no such thing as sweet goodbyes |
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Prey they find you, when the sunrise comes, |
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Before you, realize what you've lost |
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Do you think we'll make it out alive? |
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And we won't, change our tune |
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We're not, listening to you |
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Save your breath, for someone new |
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(We're singing from the heart) |
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There's no such thing as sweet goodbyes |
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Prey they find you, when the sunrise comes, |
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Before you, realize what you've lost |
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Do you think we'll make it out alive? |
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I will fall short, |
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But we will float again, |
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They'll never keep us here |
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(Keep us here) |
