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Everyone I ever loved |
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Went down in history... |
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The blue eyes came |
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The brown eyes left... |
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And the rest is misery |
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Dreams are trash |
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On the side of the road |
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All starry eyed - tongue all tied |
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There's something you should know |
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I could have died with you |
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And Boston is the reason |
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I'm feeling so blue - damn you |
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City lights and colder nights |
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I'm innocent (minus the fights) |
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Praying out loud for a winter of quiet |
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Friday nights are killing me |
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I fall asleep - pen in hand |
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There's something you should know |
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I could have died with you |
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And Boston is the reason |
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I'm feeling so blue |
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Cities aren't a way to cure a disease |
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And I don't even know |
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Why you listen to me |
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A razor wristed kid |
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Looking forward to ends |
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If love was a bridge |
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You'd be the one in the fens "All the kids are ****ing dead" |
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I write "with love and a gun to my head" these days aren't going to last too long (i know - i know - i know) |
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I'm drawing words from a tired heart |
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I'm drawing blood from a tired heart |
