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In the morning |
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I'll be, Too tired to wake, |
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From counting the constellations, |
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I renamed, |
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One for every mistake, |
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They're all named after you, |
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I've acquired a taste, |
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For making the same mistakes, |
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Because baby |
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I'm a mess, |
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You don't want to clean up, |
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You said you've had enough, |
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We won't be eighteen much longer, |
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This keeps getting harder, |
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Eyes like a target, |
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Is all you've become, |
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You're second hand smoke, |
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To a lover's lung, |
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You're killing me now, |
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You're killing me now, |
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A saint without sin, |
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And a diamond ring, |
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Pawned for lust, |
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And a broken dream, |
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You're killing me now, |
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You're killing me now, |
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Telling me that it's all over, |
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Try and hold your so close, while looking over my shoulder, |
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Too many nights that |
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I've been sober, |
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Will you fade away, cause we just got older, |
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So break down, |
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And make a scene, |
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We'll make all the papers, |
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And magazines, |
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And they'll forecast your mood, |
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On the ten o'clock news, |
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Eyes like a target, |
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A fist with a gun, |
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Like second hand smoke, |
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To a lover's lung, |
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You're killing me now, |
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You're killing me now, |
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One last kiss to leave me senseless, |
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If not pretty, just make this painless, |
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One last kiss, to leave me out. |
