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It's so easy to walk out the door, |
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Forgetting your heart makes you proud. |
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I can't quite get a grip on the last time. |
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Repetition fails me. |
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I can't fit in anyones shoes but my own. |
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Don't take this the wrong way, |
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But I'm done trying to make it. |
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How does it feel to be out on your own? |
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We forget. |
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Chasing the temporary, |
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Putting you back on the map. |
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We forget. |
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I'm done trying to make it and now I'm supposed to care? |
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Left standing over the evidence, |
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We did it all for you, |
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I'm no good to you. |
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I can't fit in anyones shoes but my own. |
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Don't take this the wrong way, |
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But I'm done trying to make it. |
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How do you sleep at night waiting on a cure? |
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We forget. |
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Phone calls that never came, putting this in to perspective. |
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We forget. |
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Half of knowing what you want is knowing who you are. |
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We forget. |
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Never thought I'd hear you say, "let's get to catching up." |
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I am dead. |
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I am gone. |
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I can't fit in anyones shoes but my own. |
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Don't take this the wrong way, |
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But I'm done trying to make it. |
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I'm done trying to make it. |
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Let the past be the past as we learn from our mistakes, |
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Won't dig another grave. |
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Let the past be the past. |
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Let the past be the past. |
