| It’s a good thing that i haven’t slept in weeks
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| Because right now times are hard for dreamers
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| I’ve got a broken neck sense of mortality
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| That clashes with her bloodlust sentimentality
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| She says «it's wrong, but oh, we need it»
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| As she sits waiting up for me
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| But i’m not coming home
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| I’ve driven seven days of distance
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| And the dial tone on the end of this receiver
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| Is what’s really wrong with me
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| One day dear, i’ll come crawling through the front door
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| Just to fall into an empty room with a ruined view
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| I’m doing this for you
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| So i’ll see to it that through me you dont have to
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| Suffer like this anymore
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| My impulsive impulses give me my excuses
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| You know dear, i never think things through
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| But i’m doing this for you
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| For the first time i’m looking back on the time
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| I spend writing down lines disguised as warning signs
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| There was something in the way
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| You turned and looked at me
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| I started panicking. |
| i started panicking
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| Until your hearbeat stopped… until your body dropped
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| That will always be my favorite memory of you and me
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| And i’ve give anything to know the reasons behind the wreckage
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| I ruined everything for you |