| I’m bleeding out on my back
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| Staining the floor of your bedroom
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| I’m laughing because it feels
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| Like I am finally somewhere that makes sense
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| I feel so fucked up
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| But I just wanna be fucked up with you
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| You just get it
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| I’m just so glad we’re friends
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| Sometimes I just wonder who I am
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| Sometimes I want to kill who I am
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| Sometimes I don’t want to feel anything at all
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| I know you’re out there, hello, hello?
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| I’m sorry I sing my prayer out of tune
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| I never thought I could go to heaven
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| Until I died and I met you…
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| Is the truth just too depressing?
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| My body hardly knows how to move
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| Crawling through the dying soil
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| I think I see one flower bloom
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| And all those years
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| Just wanting to run away
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| I never dared to dream
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| That I could ever feel safe
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| If I could tell myself
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| That I would feel alive again someday
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| Maybe I’d be okay
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| Anyway
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| Dead girls dry each other’s eyes
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| And pretend for a while that we’re still alive
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| Dead girls dry each other’s eyes
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| And pretend for a while that we’re still alive
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| Dead girls dry each other’s eyes
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| And pretend for a while that we’re still alive
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| Dead girls dry each other’s eyes
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| And pretend for a while that we’re still alive
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| Dead girls dry each other’s eyes
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| And pretend for a while that we’re still alive
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| Dead girls dry each other’s eyes
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| And pretend for a while that we’re still alive |