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Love, four words, explode above a mnemonic device |
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To remember how it feels when I am with you |
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The glass can't hide, my wounds will find the salt around the rim |
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And this sting won't help this bleeding heart forget you |
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Perfect lines like space and time extend across my room |
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But they don't help me get any closer to you |
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But open the door and the clouds come in |
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And find you sleeping on the floor |
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Get used to the numbness, you won't have to feel that anymore |
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But maybe I'd be better off if I just answer quickly |
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And make no distinction |
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If it's going up or coming down, it gets confused with progress |
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It is only motion |
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And all this time still hanging on into such codependence |
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I will fall completely |
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And all the lines you drew for me to walk |
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Well, I walked them well, didn't I? |
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It is one less tongue that bends to say your name |
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As I drive away the love songs play on my lonely radio |
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But I shut them off because all they do is make me miss you so much more |
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And so remains these twisted days |
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I spend time by myself |
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And attempt to make this failing heart continue to beat |
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So open your mouth and the smoke pours in, tastes so lonely |
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We are so bored, just breathe in the numbness |
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You won't have to feel that anymore |
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But maybe I'd be better off if I just end this quickly |
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It is not romantic |
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I am just giving up and shutting down |
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I am just so sick of thinking my head is broken |
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And in this aching bed we are lying on you |
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Get your forced confession, I am ****ing lonely |
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And all the lines you drew for me to walk |
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Well, I walked them well, didn't I? |
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Now there is one less tongue that will bend to say your name |
