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Getting to grips with losing control |
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There are some things that I think you should know |
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That all the scars that I can't help but show |
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Are like hands that grip tightly around my throat |
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And I'm still picking apart that winter night we found ourselves falling out of love |
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Piecing together all the words you said that I can't quite remember |
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It keeps playing over and over and over in my head |
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I think you should hear this one last time |
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Even though you'll never listen |
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I still count every step to where you used to be |
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While I carry this weight you've given me |
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I still count every step to where you used to be |
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Each step I take runs through my bones, |
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I want you to know that I'm trying |
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I know I don't want to see you but I can't help myself |
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I keep trying to say goodbye |
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I can't find the words |
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For what it's now worth |
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I wish I'd never met you |
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I've tried to say goodbye, so many fucking times |
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But those years are always on my mind |
