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I'm staring at the ground |
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I'm bloodless, thrown away from the sun |
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What's lost cannot be found |
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I can't return your tears |
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If I ever live to be a thousand years |
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I'm staring at the ground |
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I never wished you a broken heart |
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Coincidence put you down |
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He won't withdraw those tears |
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If you ever lived to be a thousand years |
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What do I have to say to make you stay? |
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What do I have to do to make you happy? |
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I'm staring at the ground |
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I wish I could bring the spring to your door |
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To the coldest side of town |
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I carry your wounded dreams |
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Like the devils deeds in the pocket of my jeans |
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What do I have to say to make you stay? |
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What do I have to do to make you happy? |
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What do I have to say to make you stay? |
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What do I have to do to make you happy? |
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I'm staring at the ground |
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I'm staring at the ground |
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I'm staring at the ground |
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I never wished you a broken heart |
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I'm staring at the ground |
