| I could run up to the roof
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| I’ve got nothing much to lose
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| The party’s loud and draining
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| The lonely crowd’s just waiting
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| Waiting on another
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| Saving grace to come their way
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| I’m blinking red and green
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| Thinkin bout you and me
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| These paper cranes aren’t folding
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| No more hope withholding
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| I’m holding on to wither
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| All thats left is bittersweet
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| You know, lately, i’ve been on my knees
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| So you won’t hate me
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| I’m trying hard to please my fate, forsake me
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| Cause' i don’t want to take the blame today
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| You see the damage is overdone
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| What the hell have i become
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| Not even strong enough to say it
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| That we should celebrate this:
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| All that is remaining —
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| Why are we both raining the same?
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| It’s the same old empty words
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| Same old lessons learned
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| Down the stairs we’ll shatter
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| Cause' we both know it matters
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| How could we recover
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| If we never rediscover us?
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| But now lately, i’ve been on my knees
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| So you won’t hate me
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| I’m trying hard to please my fate, forsake me
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| Cause' i don’t want to take the blame today |