| If I compiled
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| All my crimes and my lies,
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| Into amnesty,
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| Would you come back to me,
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| The smile on my lips
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| Is a sign that I don’t hear you leaving me,
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| And I don’t hear my own soul scream,
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| I’ll read your lips,
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| Watch your scarf play at your hips,
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| And I know its true,
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| But I don’t hear him call to you,
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| Don’t blame yourself,
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| Don’t change yourself,
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| Just want to be over you
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| Save you love,
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| Don’t hate yourself,
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| If I compiled
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| All my crimes and my lies into amnesty,
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| Would you come back to me,
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| The smile on my lips
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| Is a sign that I don’t hear you leaving me,
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| And I don’t hear my own soul scream,
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| Don’t blame yourself,
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| Don’t change yourself,
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| I just wanna be over, you see,
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| And feel numb.
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| Don’t hate yourself. |