| She hit LA with her plans to be
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| Somewhere off famous in magazines
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| Wrote a letter in hopes that she
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| Would see the world but remember me
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| A city map and a vintage car
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| A couple drinks to hide her scars
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| Pray this fall will treat you well
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| But only time will tell
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| If I return to you a broken thing
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| Then lay me down, down
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| Oh so softly
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| Lay me down, down
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| Oh so softly
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| Lay me down, down
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| Oh so softly
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| Lay me
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| Fame is what she wants
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| But I just can’t build it up for her
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| The game is what she hunts
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| Cause I just can’t give my love to her
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| I’m just so sorry I can’t give you what you need
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| But this love is only partly my responsibility, in us
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| And I know that I’ve made some promises that I haven’t fully kept
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| Cause I don’t even know what honest is, so it’s probably good she left
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| But I just can’t let go of all the shit we had
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| So leave me broken as your token 'till it gets me back
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| Blame is what she had me for
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| Giving it to going back
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| Shame is what we had before
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| Living in her broken past
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| So my thoughts were, just give in to what she wants to do
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| Or find another outlet for this power that would comfort two
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| Giving in I’m going restless, trying figure out what’s best for us
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| Damn what to do, there’s nothing good from loving you
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| Breaking hearts get away with surgery
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| Nothing left in this world for her but me
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| See what fame do, only I could have saved you girl |