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Buried in my pillow are the marks of your mistake; |
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As soon as I lay down I'll feel them closing in. |
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Like hitting replay, I'm already there... |
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Going through the story |
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I should've never lived. |
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Pull me through this endless night. |
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There's a ghost by the door, |
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There's a memory that won't let me go. |
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Will you please set me free |
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From the burden that won't let me sleep? |
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Buried in my pillow, to forever taint my dreams, |
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Are those hurtful moments I should have never lived. |
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I'll try anything to stay awake, |
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And forget the story that's taking the best of me. |
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Pull me through this endless night. |
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There's a ghost by the door, |
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There's a memory that won't let me go. |
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Should I keep looking in, |
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In the hope I'll ever feel again? |
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I don't know... |
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There's a ghost |
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Bearing memories that won't let me go. |
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Will you please set me free |
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From the burden that won't let me be? |
