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Desert, thirsty; the lights are off |
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Habit, mercy; I set the trigger off |
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Made out that I saw night terrors looming |
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Into this sun of mine |
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And you're late to come down |
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with a weight on your better side. |
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I was in comatose |
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I was out of control |
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A little frightened of home |
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I was overdose |
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Imperfect, but worth it; |
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The stars are out |
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Concerning, this burning; |
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I set the weather wrong |
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No doubt that I blame these flowers blooming |
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for every wrong that I took |
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Now look at the dirt in my toes |
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and tell me that I'm less of a man |
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for leaving you, for leaving you |
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It matters little what you think |
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I was in comatose |
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I was out of control |
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A little frightened of home |
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I was overdose |
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Terrorised by light |
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I'm leaving you |
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Feeling darker than night |
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I'm leaving you |
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I was in comatose |
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I was out of control |
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I'm leaving you |
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A little frightened of home |
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I was overdose |
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I'm leaving you |
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Now look at the dirt in my toes |
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and tell me that I'm less of a man |
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For leaving you, for leaving you |
