| Empty fields move me
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| So much more then rooms filled up with friends
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| The way the trees look dead
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| Reminds me that there’s more to life than living
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| Maybe giving up’s not bad, but part of letting go of you
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| If I surrender to this feeling
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| Maybe all the aches and pains will go and I can close my eyes
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| Never again to have them open till I bleed out all I’ve been
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| I don’t want to be alone no more, no more
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| Take this razor, sign your name across my wrists
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| So everyone will know who left me like this
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| Empty fields move me
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| So much more then rooms filled up with friends
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| The way the trees look dead
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| Reminds that there’s more to life than living
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| Maybe giving up’s not bad, but part of letting go of you
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| So take this razor, sign your name across my wrists
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| So everyone will know who left me like this
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| Sew me up, my scars run deep
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| A reminder not to forget the times that we’ve had
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| I’ll never waste another second
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| I have wasted so much time
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| And I have wasted, wasted so much time
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| So much time
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| Take this razor, sign your name across my wrists
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| So everyone will know who left me like this
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| Sew me up, my scars run deep
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| A reminder not to forget the times that we’ve had |