| If it makes you less sad
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| I will die by your hand
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| I hope you find out what you want
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| I already know what I am And if it makes you less sad
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| We’ll start talking again
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| And you can tell me how vile
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| I already know that I am
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| I’ll grow old
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| Start acting my age
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| I’ll be a brand new day
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| In a life that you hate
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| A crown of gold
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| A heart that’s harder than stone
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| And it hurts a whole lot
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| But it’s missed when it’s gone
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| Call me a safe bet
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| But I’m betting I’m not
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| I’m glad that you can forgive
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| I’m only hoping as time goes
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| That you can forget
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| If it makes you less sad
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| I’ll move out of the state
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| You can keep to yourself
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| I’ll keep out of your way
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| And if it makes you less sad
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| I’ll take your pictures all down
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| Every picture you paint
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| I will paint myself out
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| It’s cold as a tomb
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| And it’s dark in your room
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| When I sneak to your bed
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| To pour salt in your wounds
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| So call it quits
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| Or get a grip
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| You say you wanted a solution
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| You just wanted to be missed
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| Call me a safe bet
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| I’m betting I’m not
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| I’m glad that you can forgive
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| I’m only hoping as time goes
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| You can forget
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| (So you can forget)
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| (You can forget)
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| You are calm and reposed
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| It lets your beauty unfold
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| Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones
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| Spring keeps you ever close
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| You are second hand smoke
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| You are so fragile and thin
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| Standing trial for your sins
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| Holding onto yourself the best you can
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| You are the smell before rain
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| You are the blood in my veins
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| Call me a safe bet
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| I’m betting I’m not
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| I’m glad that you can forgive
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| I’m only hoping as time goes
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| You can forget |