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I fell into you, like I've fallen to photographs |
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The coldest night of the year |
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Sirens and christmas lights |
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The setting's a postcard now |
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And I, I always wish you were here |
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I know when it's twenty below |
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You've gotta keep the windows up and drive |
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I'm still living with your ghost now, falling apart |
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Nothing seems to scratch the surface, of this poison heart |
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I know what I've known |
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In the end, you are what you are |
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She looked just like you |
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She smiled just like cinnamon |
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The snow fell light on her hair |
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I left her alone |
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I've got a glow of the neon sky |
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And I, I almost wish you were there |
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I know there's nowhere to go |
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Nothing ever satisfies |
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I'm still living with your ghost now, falling apart |
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Nothing seems to scratch the surface, of this poison heart |
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I know what I've known |
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In the end, you are what you are |
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And I remember all the words you said |
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Whispered them beneath my breath |
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Waiting for that nightmare to come |
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Repeat after me |
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And tell me like you mean it |
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In the end, you get what you want |
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In the end, you fall like a star |
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In the end, you are what you are |
