| The air tears at my skin
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| Robbing my veins of the life
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| I’d hoped to have
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| You killed a part of me tonight
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| And left the frozen air to finish the job
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| Now I realize
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| The cowardice you kept behind your bloodshot eyes
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| And awkward frame was calling the shots
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| And I was left depleted
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| Grinning like a retard who thought you were there
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| When you had retreated
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| I’m slowing down into a shallow circle
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| While my heartbeat fills the gaps
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| Between sporadic and failing gasps
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| I’m face down in the mud
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| My eyes still bruised and purple
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| While my heartbeat fills the gaps
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| Between sporadic and failing gasps
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| I’m slowing down into a shallow circle
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| While my heartbeat fills the gaps
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| Between sporadic and failing gasps
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| I’m face down in the mud
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| My eyes still bruised and purple
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| While my heartbeat fills the gaps
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| Between sporadic and failing gasps
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| And I swear
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| If I could take this knife out of my back
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| I would, I would
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| But between the loss of blood
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| And the loss of my trust in you
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| I don’t think it’d do any good
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| Now I realize
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| The cowardice you kept behind your bloodshot eyes
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| And awkward frame was calling the shots
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| And I was left depleted
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| Grinning like a retard who thought you were there
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| When you had retreated
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| I’m slowing down into a shallow circle
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| While my heartbeat fills the gaps
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| Between sporadic and failing gasps
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| If love existed
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| We wouldn’t be so soft
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| And easy to ruin
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| If love existed
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| We wouldn’t be so soft
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| And easy to ruin |