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seal this envelope with a heart that's been |
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beaten black |
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beaten blue |
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beaten all over again |
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don't leave out a single thing |
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send it off with wings |
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an anecdote to ease the pain that you feel |
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every time that you smile at the mirror |
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i won't need anymore memories |
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for the next 50 years i could still write you love songs |
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i wont need anymore photographs |
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to remember the color of the clothes you wore that night |
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hopefully this won't sound as bad |
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as i'm sure that it is |
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all results will be lifeless and lead |
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to an excuse |
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to never try again, to never try at all |
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staring up at the ground |
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because oh how you we tried |
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and oh how you lied |
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but how could that be true |
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i won't need anymore memories |
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for the next 50 years i could still write you love songs |
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i won't need anymore photographs |
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to remember the color that your eyes changed with the color of your hair |
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my heart is gone |
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my heart is gray |
