| I was the long, long road up the dirty coast and regrets from your better days
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| I’m the walls where you wrote that you hate your friends and your parents don’t
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| know a thing
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| Are you coming clean?
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| The one you wanted, the one you wanted, I’m affection unreturned
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| The morning-after's ride back home to the curb of your neighbor’s lawn
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| You can cut it. |
| You can cut it. |
| I’m the rumors and the shit they’ll say
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| I’m all the drugs, and all the drink. |
| I’m the clouds on your saddest day
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| Are you coming clean?
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| It’s always been waiting to come undone. |
| Unending. |
| The problem started with me
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| It’s always been waiting. |
| It’s always been breaking. |
| The problem started with me
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| I wanted to say, «I'm no good,» in the worst way
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| I wanted to say, I hoped you‘d change me someday
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| So, are you coming with me?
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| Are you coming clean?
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| It’s always been waiting to come undone. |
| Unending. |
| The problem started with me
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| It’s always been waiting. |
| It’s always been breaking. |
| The problem started with me |