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you said you're sure I'd understand |
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but you know god damn well |
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that's a burden you can't give and walk away from |
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I guess I'll know when he comes home |
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if you're alive or if you're gone |
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so thank you for the time I have to wait |
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won't you stay a little longer |
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before you leave us all |
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if these words could reach you fast enough |
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if my fingers would not bleed upon these chords |
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you might come home |
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am I a coward |
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was I born to run away |
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steal the light from other men |
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a soulless narcissist cliche |
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and what good have I done |
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that I should be alive today |
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i am a coward |
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I was born to run away |
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and have I always been so cold |
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that you could trust me with this cross |
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you feel we're so connected |
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and it scares me |
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just like it always does |
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with everyone else |
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won't you stay a little longer |
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in the emptiness of now |
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until my words can reach your ears |
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until my fingers bleed upon these chords |
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there is no home |
