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You used to talk about how you wanted to believe |
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Sometimes you let it out, sometimes you kept it all from me |
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I never meant to get in the way |
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Every time I breathe I tow a fine line |
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What's become of me? A sorry forced rhyme. |
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I always wanted to show you how |
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I only troubled you with my doubt |
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I don't stand to face the sun |
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The leaves are in the gutter and the clouds are rolling in |
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I won't lean on anyone |
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I never learned to fake it so I never could fool you with the honest truth |
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Every time I breathe I tow a fine line |
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What's become of me? A sorry forced rhyme. |
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I always wanted to show you how |
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I only troubled you with my doubt |
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All The tragedy that could have been worse |
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Walking in my sleep until my feet hurt |
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I always wanted to show you how |
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I only troubled you with my doubt |
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I guess the means is always hard when |
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The end is something that you'll never get |
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This book could end a little different but it'll end with me |
