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This could be it |
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Alive for heirlooms |
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Arrest your heart stops |
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Lying awake or |
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I'm just nodding off to the beat |
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If I lie here alone |
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Just until you come home |
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You know it wouldn't change a thing |
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But I'm sick of the mold |
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And this frames getting old |
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I lose my voice trying to scream |
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But you're wrong |
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You think your killing me |
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I'm alright |
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But still I can't breath on my own |
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What have we done? |
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To turn around, turn around and make it |
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All the lies you told and the truths getting old |
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So just lie here alone |
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Just until I come home |
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You know I wouldn't break the screen |
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But the window is cracked |
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And I keep losing track |
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Of all the fuck ups that we've seen |
