| Knocking on doors and swallow every key
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| Knocking on doors and swallow every key, carelessly
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| What a terrible time we had, do you want it back?
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| What a terrible time we had, do you want it back, timelessly?
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| We lived in the smallest world and all of it darkened as we slept
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| Knew our paces dictated the turn of the moon and the earth
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| And yet we still battled, began to doubt ourselves
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| I saw a softness in you as you were, so that’s where my claws went
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| I used to drink off of you, take sips of perspective from things you said
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| And when we disagreed it would burn, but I still loved to taste it
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| Then something bittered, something within ourselves
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| Just as most of the things I deserved, I learned how to waste it
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| I made you sick where I had meant to make you mine
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| I found loneliness in a room that you were in
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| I know it tore you up, it wasn’t by design
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| Do you care that it’s over?
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| Do you ever trace the lines?
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| Was it shared?
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| Are you sober just to show we’re not alike?
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| Walking home is harder
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| The pace gets hard to keep when you’re in all the windows outlining every street
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| Do you disappear if I break them or show up in every piece?
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| We don’t ever speak but I’m holding on, I’m holding on, I’m holding on
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| Which version of you is the right one — the one from our memories?
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| The one locking doors that I knock on and swallowing every key?
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| I don’t want to sleep but it’s coming on, it’s coming on, it’s coming on
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| Do you care that it’s over?
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| Do you ever trace the lines?
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| Was it shared?
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| Are you sober just to show we’re not alike?
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| I said I loved you as a way to change the subject, fingers breaking as they
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| crossed
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| You said you loved me so you wouldn’t have to prove it, with both eyes towards
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| the door |