| I still can
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| (stop now.)
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| Remember what you did
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| Your eyes filled
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| (We've got)
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| Discomfort
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| (to slow down.)
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| Bare foot in a public washroom
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| Spill on me your nostalgia
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| And cataracts
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| That fell
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| Behind self-conscious eyes
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| Warm water made
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| (Please just give me back my heart.)
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| This hurt so good
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| (Well it’s been too long)
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| Through ivory rain
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| (and I will burn no more.)
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| And cutthroat soap box derby racers
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| (Oh God. Hurt so fucking good
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| I just want you to fucking wreck me
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| I want you to wreck me
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| I want you to ruin me.)
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| I want you to ruin me
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| (Please just give me back my heart.)
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| Ruin me
|
| (Well it’s been too long)
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| I. Want. |
| You. |
| To. |
| Ruin me
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| (and I will burn no more.)
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| (Tired of all these lies)
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| I. Want you. |
| To ruin me
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| (and elsewhere eyes of yours.)
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| Ruin me
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| (So I will scream)
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| I want you to…
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| (and dream of what’s to come.)
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| Ruin me |