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Waste of breath |
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Falling stars no one will see |
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He's diagnosed |
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I tried too hard to catch |
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What she was giving me |
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It still feels strange to be coming clean |
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Guilty as the burdens made me |
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Clothes all over in her room |
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Dull and never will be good enough for you |
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She can dance |
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I'm all wood and leather |
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These marks they kill |
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I feel the softest feather |
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Pedals down crushed beneath these bruising feet |
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Guilty as the burdens made me |
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Clothes all over in her room |
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Dull and never will be good enough for you |
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I need erasers |
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To take out these scars |
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Forget everything |
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Cause I was never yours |
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Burn all pictures, shred the documents |
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I can't forget you girl and that's the only evidence |
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Good enough for you |
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Good enough for you |
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Good enough for you |
