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I wanna hold you up, |
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To let you see yourself. |
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I'm sick of watching |
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You fall on your face again. |
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I want to help you, |
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You have to help yourself. |
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I know you wont |
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Communicate to me. |
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(I f**king hate this!) |
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Suffering long enough. |
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I take my hands around you, |
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You'll never breathe again. |
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Your wish has come, |
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No telling what you'll see. |
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Or will it be the end? |
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The temptation fills you up, |
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No sign of slowing down. |
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You have to stop before your soul |
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To turn around. |
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You never listen |
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To understand what I say. |
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You keep on pushing |
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The same ol' f**king line to me. |
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(Watching you fumble!) |
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Suffering all your life. |
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I take my hands around you, |
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You'll never breathe again. |
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Your wish has come, |
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No telling what you'll see. |
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Will it be the end? |
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Constrict my hands around you, |
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You'll never breathe again. |
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Your wish has come, |
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No telling what you'll see. |
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Will it be the end? |
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You never listen |
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To understand what I say. |
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You keep on pushing |
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The same ol' f**king line to me. |
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(Watching you fumble!) |
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Suffering all your life. |
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Constrict my hands around you, |
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You'll never breathe again. |
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Your wish has come, |
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No telling what you'll see. |
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Will it be the end? |
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So try and sell the story |
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Of why you think it's gone away. |
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I wish that I could tell you |
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What will be, if it's not the end. |
