| When my anger strikes, when it’s all too much
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| And my grief is coming for your first tear
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| Oh, I hope you can find a way to love me, still
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| A way to love me, still
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| When my words run out in the final sense
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| My affliction weighing on your chest again
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| Oh, I hope you can find a way to love me, still
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| A way to love me, still
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| 'Cause how would I go about losin' you?
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| My tears would fall from open wounds
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| 'Cause how would I, oh, I go 'bout losin' you?
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| My tears would fall from open wounds
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| So, when I lose time living in my shackles
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| And forget the reason why I came here
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| Oh, I hope you keep finding a way to love me, still
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| A way to love me, still
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| 'Cause how would I go about losin' you?
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| My tears would fall from open wounds
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| 'Cause how would I, oh, I go 'bout losin' you?
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| My tears would fall from open wounds
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| My tears would fall from open wounds
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| My tears would fall from open wounds |