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Sweet Suicide |
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Give it everything you've got |
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You're your own worst enemy |
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Drinking spirits, taking shots |
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Glass still remains half empty |
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You wish that you won't wake up |
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But you can't even get to sleep |
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Six feet under for these six months |
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Just dying to be buried |
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And I'm the one to lift you up |
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'Cause I can't be your Francis Bean |
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The love I give will never stop |
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You don't want to wait and see |
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It's Sweet |
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Suicide to my life |
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Saving you every time |
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I catch you half-alive |
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Wish I could compete |
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With your perfect goodbye |
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The sweat of your thousand tries |
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The threat of the same blue sky |
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You know what it's like to touch |
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The edge with all apologies |
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Where just this once is one too much |
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And you have nothing left to be |
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You know how it feels alone |
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To catch yourself still thinking |
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\"Sticks and stones may break my bones, |
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But words will never hurt me\" |
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But I'm the one to lift you up |
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'Cause I won't be your Francis Bean |
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The love I give will never stop |
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You don't want to wait and see |
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It's Sweet |
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Suicide to my life |
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Saving you every time |
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I catch you half-alive |
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Wish I could compete |
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With your perfect good-bye |
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The sweat of your thousand tries |
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The threat of the same blue sky |
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And I would be your answer |
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Would be your savior |
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Would be your sign |
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And I would be your water |
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Would be your shoulder |
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Would be your sigh |
