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'Cause I'm so scared of dying since your fall |
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I'm so scared of dying when you watched it go down, down |
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And I watched your face in the fire near Jamison Hall |
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While your sister and brother read chapters on how your skin burned |
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You're singing hallelujah, and the angels came and took you down |
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You asked the right direction, they told you it's protection, you know |
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Did you believe 'em? Or are they liars? |
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Do you believe 'em? What a lie |
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'Cause I'm so scared of dying since I saw your skin fall |
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I'm so scared of dying since you watched it go down, down, down |
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Now I told you I need you and you screamed "hallelujah, here we go" |
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And I hoped you believed me when I told you you were beautiful |
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'Cause I meant it, man... But I didn't always mean it |
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Does that make me a liar? I mean it. What a lie. |
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These cuts on my fingers, from the laundry I've done |
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Washing out all your prints, and the fire in my hall |
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Don't worry about it, I heard what you said and it's good |
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And I appreciate it more than any other man ever could |
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God, I believe you, anyway... Just leave me, any day. |
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Where I told you I loved you, God damn-ing, I'm in it |
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When I told you I loved you, good Jesus, I'm in it |
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I hear lives look like fire crackers |
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And oh shit you're not breathing, but man I can feel you inside |
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Don't waste away, under the ground; rise up for me, under the ground |
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'Cause I'm wasting away, under the ground |
