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just like what Elliott said |
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we both end up death |
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with our backs to each other |
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cheeks burning when |
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just as heard for told |
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the blood [ ] cold |
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like the tears that fall down |
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from my face to the floor |
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oo... what Elliott said oo... |
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what Elliott sang |
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piece of paper between |
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your finger and thumb |
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clouds of your heart |
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makes you think i am the one |
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and the smoke you blow up |
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when the words [ ] are shout |
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get called with the wind |
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disappear with the doubt |
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people, you sacrifice for more |
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people, you're ashamed to be before |
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your pupils dialate |
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the world that you hate |
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fades out with the daylight |
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the night is your mate |
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and what Elliott said is stuck in your head |
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cause you traveled the distance |
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but god know where and |
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oo... what Elliott said oo... |
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what Elliott sang |
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your lips on your cheeks |
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i no longer need |
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like the footsteps i follow |
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trust world they lead |
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and i am seeing you there |
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no love in the air |
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just a cold clastic heart |
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in a sense of despair |