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Hey sweetheart |
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Don't take it so ha-a-a-ard |
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I'm sorry I was bringing you down |
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I didn't mean it when I said |
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That I wish you were dead |
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Oh, oh and hey sweetheart |
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Is that your new ca-a-a-ar? |
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Why don't you drive it off of a cliff? |
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Because I can't stand your life |
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Since I am no longer in it |
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And the pain is real |
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But so are the pills |
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And I can talk to my therapist |
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Pretend you don't exist |
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The further you go |
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The colder my bones begin to grow |
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They're cracking and creaking |
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Creating a big scene |
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In the vessel of my body |
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And hey sweetheart |
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How far is too fa-a-a-ar? |
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'Cause now I've got some blood on my hands |
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It may have been a mistake |
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But I am only a man |
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And the pain is real |
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But so are the pills |
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I can talk to my therapist |
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Pretend you don't exist, alright |
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The further you go |
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The colder my bones begin to grow |
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They're cracking and creaking |
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Creating a big scene |
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In the vessel of my body |
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The further you go |
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The colder my bones begin to grow |
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They're cracking and creaking |
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Creating a big scene |
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In the vessel of my body |
