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You've never looked so picture perfect, |
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but I'm an open book now |
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Every white page will be turned to grey |
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And every second spent was worth it |
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We have the scars to show that |
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What a way to end a perfect day |
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You never seem to change |
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You never seem to change |
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You never seem to change |
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And maybe one day you'll be happy |
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We can remove those scars |
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And fill each others hearts with bliss |
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Or you'll die alone! With a gun in hand! |
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A rifle to your head! And I'll find you there! |
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You've never looked so picture perfect, |
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but I'm an open book now |
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Every white page will be turned to grey |
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And every second spent was worth it |
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We have the scars to show that |
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What a way to end a perfect day |
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You never seem to change |
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You never seem to change |
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You never seem to change |
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You never seem to change |
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You never seem to change |
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You never seem to change |
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Let me know when you're awake, |
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so I can lift your damaged grace |
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I'll be there to hold on to |
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Pretend your arms are wings... |
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You've never looked so picture perfect, |
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but I'm an open book now |
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Every white page will be turned to grey |
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And every second spent was worth it |
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We have the scars to show that |
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What a way to end a perfect day |
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You never seem to change |
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You never seem to change |
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You never seem to change |
