| I'm a book of mistakes
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| And it's just getting worse
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| Every new one I make
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| Is a rumour you heard
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| 'Cause these days I'm self-destructive
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| The way I love
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| I push away every chance
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| 'Cause it's never enough, my love
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| You can take the things they say
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| As the bitter truth
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| Don't throw it all away
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| On second hand news
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| Cause if I just let go
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| If my heart could choose
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| I would burn these bridges I've built
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| And find my way back to you
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| No, don't throw it all away
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| On second hand news
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| Been a broken machine
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| Since the day you've been gone
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| On a loop in a dream
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| Did you think I'd move on?
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| You can take the things they say
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| As the bitter truth
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| But don't throw it all away
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| On second hand news
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| 'Cause if I just let go
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| If my heart could choose
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| I would burn these bridges I've built
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| And find my way back to you
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| I'd leave it all behind
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| I've got nothing to lose
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| And I know you've heard what you've heard
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| But it doesn't mean it's true
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| No, don't throw it all away
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| On second hand news
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| Crying silent tears in the next-door room
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| 'Cause everybody's here but you
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| So I wrote you out this message
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| But I stopped myself from sending it off
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| If I just let go
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| If my heart could choose
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| I would burn these bridges I've built
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| And find my way back to you
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| Leave it all behind
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| I've got nothing to lose
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| And I know you've heard what you've heard
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| But it doesn't mean it's true
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| No, don't throw it all away
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| On second hand news
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| No, don't throw it all away
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| On second hand news |