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Turn your back now: |
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Lose yourself in hesitation. |
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Dancing, dancing, always dancing, and staring at the floor. |
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The sun came out just long enough to go down. |
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Oh....She shows the symptoms of being my suicide. |
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I'm holding you to blame for this. |
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I won't stop selling myself short. |
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The broken windows: |
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All of the glass. |
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Knife in my hand: |
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The questions |
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I've asked. |
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I dream about her more nights than not. |
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I can't drown this away. (I can't drown this away) |
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With every single move that you make, you come closer to breaking me. |
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With every single breath that |
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I take, you push further from helping me (but you can't, you can't). |
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I'm pulling the weight again. |
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With every single move that you make, |
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I come closer to ending me. |
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I blame myself, and it's not the first time. |
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You see me for what |
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I am: Damaged. |
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Turn your back now: |
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I will bask in the blackness of my darkest days. |
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Yeah....With every single move that you make, you come closer to breaking me. |
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With every single breath that |
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I take, you push further from helping me(but you can't, you can't, you can't, you can't). |
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I'm pulling the weight again. |
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With every single move that you make, |
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I come closer to ending me. |
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Self-loathing me. |