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This is the deepest cut I |
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Think I have ever felt |
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These are the things I think, but I will never tell |
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I'm trying to walk these bridges |
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Burnin' beneath my feet |
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I am an echo; I am heard, but never seen |
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These are your hearts |
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Like bombs, they're coming down |
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They're falling on me now |
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And this, my last time |
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Got one thing left to prove |
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There's a bomber in me, too |
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This is a mirror image |
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Of everything I'm not |
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Always reflecting what I've learned, but was not taught |
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If I could make things different |
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If I could press 'Restart' |
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Then I would hold back every breath that went too far |
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(Breath that went too far) |
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These are your hearts |
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Like bombs, they're coming down |
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They're falling on me now |
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And this, my last time |
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Got one thing left to prove |
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There's a bomber in me, too |
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Sometimes I feel like I am working in the dark |
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Collecting names |
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Collecting all abandoned hearts |
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And if you're one that I have missed along the way |
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Then I'm rehearsing all the things I'd like to say |
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This isn't easy for me |
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This isn't easy |
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These are your hearts |
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Like bombs, they're coming down |
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They're falling on me now |
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And this, my last time |
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Got one thing left to prove |
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There's a bomber in me, too |
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These are your hearts |
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Like bombs, they're coming down |
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They're falling on me now |
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And this, my last time |
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Got one thing left to prove |
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There's a bomber in me, too |
