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On the phone, |
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It's handle's hot from messages you left, |
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Asking us, |
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To question all the moments that we spent, |
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Breaking bones, |
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And teaching every melody to cry. |
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Maybe its too late to run. |
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Keep it up. |
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You're losing out. |
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So take a photograph to capture every scene. |
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What this is and what could have been. |
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Never seem to justify the means until the end. |
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We need to vent, |
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To keep ourselves from losing our face. |
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Heaven-sent, |
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To burn the absent minded from this place. |
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Suck a stone, |
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And fill the ground with desperate alibis. |
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Scared to fall and fade away. |
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Keep it up. |
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You're losing out. |
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So take a photograph to capture every scene. |
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What this is and what could have been. |
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Never seem to justify the means until the end. |
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Leave a message, |
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I'm not here to answer. |
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If you need to reach me, |
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Than just take a number. |
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Oh now, Leave a message, |
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I'm not here to answer. |
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If you need to reach me, |
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Than just take a number. |
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Keep it up. |
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You're losing out. |
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So take a photograph to capture every scene. |
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What this is and what could have been. |
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Never seem to justify the means until the end. |
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Keep it up. |
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You're losing out. |
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So take a photograph to capture every scene. |
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What this is and what could have been. |
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Never seem to justify the means until the end. |
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Keep it up. (Leave a message,) |
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You're losing out. (I'm not here to answer.) |
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So take a photograph to capture every scene. (If you need to reach me, than just take a number.) |
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What this is (Leave a message,) and what could have been. (I'm not here to answer.) |
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Never seem to justify the means until the end. (If you need to reach me, than just take a number.) |
