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In a car on the driveway |
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The conversation's colors paint themselves on canvas |
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White lies and motivation were standing out so honestly |
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I'm surprised it didn't hurt your eyes |
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I think that 'I' is the only word in your vocabulary tonight |
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Those same brown eyes stare straight ahead |
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And I shut my hand in your door |
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And I looked around, for a lifeline |
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Well I would rather have a broken arm |
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Than have my arms around you |
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Well I would rather have a broken arm |
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Than have my arms around you |
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It took a minute or two to gather all of my neurotic thoughts |
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Before I started to talk way to loud, loudly I thought to myself |
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God, how do I find myself here again and again? |
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My same black eyes stared straight ahead |
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As I took my time with a cigarette |
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There, enough, I'm still in love with the false hope of us |
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Stabbed inside my chest |
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Let me tell you, all about it. |
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Because I would rather have a punctured lung |
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Than waste my breath on you |
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Because I would rather have a punctured lung |
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Than waste my breath on you |
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Although, my dear: |
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I would rather have a broken heart |
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Than give up hope on you |
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Well I would rather have a broken heart |
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Than give up hope on you |
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We've got all the time that we need. |
