| Love, the final straw
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| Keep me sifting through my words to find my thoughts
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| You were more than my whole world, its all too real
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| As I’m falling through the halls inside your heart
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| That I could no longer fill
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| Every little piece you take from me I can always regrow
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| The blood I gave, the love we made, was only there for show
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| If there’s one good piece of me left, I swear, itt’s mine and mine alone
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| I suppose everybody goes through this alone
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| Hope is a risky deal
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| As I’m running through my modes, and try to heal
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| Try to rebuild my whole world, piece by piece
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| Never want for what I lack, down the track
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| Little satchel on my back
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| Every little piece you take from me I can always regrow
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| The blood I gave, the love we made, was only there for show
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| If there’s one good piece of me left, I swear, itt’s mine and mine alone
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| I suppose everybody goes through this alone
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| When the feelings gone, I know my right from wrong
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| It’s been so long, my reflections gone away from your eyes
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| My reflections gone away from your eyes
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| Every little piece you take from me I can always regrow
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| The blood I gave, the love we made, was only there for show
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| I suppose everybody goes through this alone
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| If there’s one good piece of me left, I swear, it’s mine and mine alone
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| If there’s one good piece of me left, I swear, it’s mine and mine alone
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| Love, the final straw
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| Keep me sifting through my words to find my thoughts |