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I wanted this. |
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I wanted you. |
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I wanted it to last but you fell through. |
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Now east coast boys don't you see. |
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That here on the west we follow our dreams. |
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I don't want to know you anymore. |
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The color of your lips red. |
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And I swear |
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I never wear lipstick. |
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No, my god |
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I drank too much. |
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Laughing while |
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I'm crying. |
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Don't you let them know you're dying. |
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Dying to break out and dying to get, get out. |
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From the windows of the abyss. |
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Click my heels, but |
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I am stuck here. |
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I'm pledging this vow. |
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This is the last time. |
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This is the last fight. |
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Sunsets to sunrise. |
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Morning to midnight. |
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And this is my goodbye. |
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So blow out the candle. |
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The bottle is dry. |
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And these pages learn to think. |
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You're not even worth my black ink revenge. |
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I guarantee you'll miss me. |
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I can't stomach this. |
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I think I'm going to be sick. |
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My hearts made of wick and you put the fire out of it. |
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With the kerosene; chalked my feet. |
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She smiled at me and closed the door, but not to sleep. |
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This isn't making any sense. |
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I was yours the night before this. |
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And the smell of your sheets is the remnants of it. |
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This is the last time. |
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This is the last fight. |
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Sunsets to sunrise. |
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Morning to midnight. |
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And this is my goodbye. |
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So blow out the candle. |
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The bottle is dry. |
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And these pages learn to think. |
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You're not even worth my black ink revenge. |
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I guarantee you'll miss me. |
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So I'm writing you out of my dreams. |
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And you'll miss me |
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I swear when |
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I leave. Yeah, |
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I'm writing you out. |
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I'm crossing my |
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T's. And I want back the necklace that |
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I said you could keep. |
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And you miscomprehend and |
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I scorn you to death. |
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My words are as strong as my last gasp for breath. |
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Leave nothing behind. |
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Not a trace or a crumb. |
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And no clues to unlock how painful this was. |
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And so I'm writing you out of my dreams. |
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And you'll miss me |
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I swear when |
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I leave. This is the last time. |
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This is the last fight. |
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Sunsets to sunrise. |
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Morning to midnight. |
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And this is my goodbye. |
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So blow out the candle. |
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The bottle is dry. |
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And these pages learn to think. |
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You're not even worth my... |
