| I wanted this.
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| I wanted you.
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| I wanted it to last but you fell through.
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| Now east coast boys don’t you see.
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| That here on the west we follow our dreams.
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| I don’t want to know you anymore.
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| The color of your lips red.
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| And I swear I never wear lipstick.
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| No, my god I drank too much.
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| Laughing while I’m crying.
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| Don’t you let them know you’re dying.
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| Dying to break out and dying to get, get out.
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| From the windows of the abyss.
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| Click my heels, but I am stuck here.
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| I’m pledging this vow.
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| This is the last time.
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| This is the last fight.
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| Sunsets to sunrise.
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| Morning to midnight.
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| And this is my goodbye.
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| So blow out the candle.
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| The bottle is dry.
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| And these pages learn to think.
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| You’re not even worth my black ink revenge.
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| I guarantee you’ll miss me.
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| I can’t stomach this.
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| I think I’m going to be sick.
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| My hearts made of wick and you put the fire out of it.
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| With the kerosene; |
| chalked my feet.
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| She smiled at me and closed the door, but not to sleep.
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| This isn’t making any sense.
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| I was yours the night before this.
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| And the smell of your sheets is the remnants of it.
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| This is the last time.
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| This is the last fight.
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| Sunsets to sunrise.
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| Morning to midnight.
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| And this is my goodbye.
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| So blow out the candle.
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| The bottle is dry.
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| And these pages learn to think.
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| You’re not even worth my black ink revenge.
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| I guarantee you’ll miss me.
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| So I’m writing you out of my dreams.
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| And you’ll miss me I swear when I leave.
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| Yeah, I’m writing you out.
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| I’m crossing my T’s.
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| And I want back the necklace that I said you could keep.
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| And you miscomprehend and I scorn you to death.
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| My words are as strong as my last gasp for breath.
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| Leave nothing behind.
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| Not a trace or a crumb.
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| And no clues to unlock how painful this was.
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| And so I’m writing you out of my dreams.
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| And you’ll miss me I swear when I leave.
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| This is the last time.
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| This is the last fight.
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| Sunsets to sunrise.
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| Morning to midnight.
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| And this is my goodbye.
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| So blow out the candle.
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| The bottle is dry.
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| And these pages learn to think.
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| You’re not even worth my… |