| You can’t die in my arms, fuck my luck, I’m too squeamish
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| Always could’ve done more, displace myself from grieving
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| You can’t die in my arms, sorry I’m so fucking selfish
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| I could never say more
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| You can’t die in my arms, fuck my luck, I’m too squeamish
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| Always could’ve done more, displace myself from grieving
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| You can’t die in my arms, sorry I’m so fucking selfish
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| I could never say more
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| Wonder when I got so selfish
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| The mirror looks back and bites in
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| Black tinge on our eyelids
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| I’m a loser, I’m a lesson
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| Where my good thoughts? |
| I can’t see them
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| I had something, but can’t place it
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| Guess I’m lost here, guess I’m patient
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| Point a led tip or just face it
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| You can’t die in my arms, fuck my luck, I’m too squeamish
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| Always could’ve done more, displace myself from grieving
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| You can’t die in my arms, sorry I’m so fucking selfish
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| I could never say more
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| You can’t die in my arms, fuck my luck, I’m too squeamish
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| Always could’ve done more, displace myself from grieving
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| You can’t die in my arms, sorry I’m so fucking selfish
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| I could never say more
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| You can’t die in my arms, fuck my luck, I’m too squeamish
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| Always could’ve done more, displace myself from grieving
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| You can’t die in my arms, sorry I’m so fucking selfish
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| I could never say more |