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I want to sleep for days |
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When my heart's sick |
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She's calling and calling |
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She's pouring salt in my wounds |
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You'll be alone someday |
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That's a promise |
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It's shameful to know |
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Little girls grow up to be you |
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Never mind your best intentions |
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I've come to find these situations |
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Never cease to rest, |
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They always get the best of me |
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You know that it's true |
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Fair weather, go figure |
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Calling it quits had its run |
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So i'm calling in dead |
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Fair weather, go figure |
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Some things are better unsaid |
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So i'm calling in dead |
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I want to sleep for days |
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When my heart's sick |
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She's calling, she's calling |
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She's pouring salt in my wounds |
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Never mind your best intentions |
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I've come to find these situations |
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Never cease to rest |
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They always get the best of me |
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You know that it's true |
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So pray to god it's all in your head |
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That i never told a lie or never will again |
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I'm not your friend, in fact |
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Why don't you hang yourself |
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You're a blatant contradiction |
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To your heart felt confessions |
