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I thought I was in love |
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It felt like it from close up |
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But someplace to spill my blood |
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Was all it ever was |
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I felt I was in debt |
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Each night spent in your bed |
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A dream I let drop dead |
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And never had again |
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You were the moon held high |
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You broke black with your clean light |
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You're words I can't say right |
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Anytime I try |
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You said, "Sing from your joy! |
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You sound bored, you sound annoyed. |
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You can't keep what you did not have; |
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Can't even give it back. |
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So go, write from your spine. |
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Tell the truth and you'll be fine. |
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So what if your truth's just another lie? |
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No one seems to mind." |
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These sour grapes when the joke goes bad |
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This same smirk, same bullshit laugh |
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The egg on my face when I can't go back |
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I didn't plan for that |
