| It’s 3am and we’re in your room
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| And you’re drunk again, a familiar tune
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| But the things that we’re facing are far from erasing
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| The blood has been spilled now
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| And you call my name but I don’t react
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| All the things you said, you know we’re never turning back
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| The slamming of the door leads to words unsaid before
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| Is this how we end now?
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| The bonds that had sealed us
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| Have broken and fallen to pieces
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| The spaces between us have opened
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| So I guess you don’t need this
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| We’re waking up in the afternoon
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| To the aftermath and a different view
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| The world we created no longer remains
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| Only ashes where we lay now
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| And you call my name but I don’t react
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| 'Cause I can’t accept the fact that there’s no turning back
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| The tears along your face, one last sorrowful embrace
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| So here’s where we end now
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| The bonds that had sealed us
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| Have broken and fallen to pieces
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| The spaces between us have opened
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| So I guess you don’t need this
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| And fallen to
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| (And fallen to)
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| (Only ashes)
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| (And fallen to)
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| The bonds that had sealed us
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| Have broken and fallen to pieces
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| The spaces between us have opened
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| So I guess you don’t need this
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| You wanted a reaction
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| Is this your satisfaction?
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| You wanted a reaction
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| Is this your satisfaction? |